Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6
Reading tip (What the poet sees and feels): Read the whole poem aloud once. Find the lines that answer the question. For feelings, look for feeling words; for meaning, read the line around the word.
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1.We dug a patch behind the hall,
Beside the old brick boundary wall.
We sowed some beans, some okra too,
And watered them till they grew and grew.
Then caterpillars came to munch,
They ate our leaves for breakfast, lunch!
We did not spray, we picked them out,
And now our garden’s green throughout.
Where was the garden patch? (a) On the roof (b) Behind the hall (c) Near the canteen (d) In front of the gate -
2.The night train rattles through the dark,
Past sleeping towns and a silent park.
Its windows glow, a golden line,
It whistles past the hills of pine.
Inside, the passengers softly snore,
A baby giggles near the door.
And when the morning sun is near,
It whistles, “Wake up! Delhi’s here!”
Who giggles near the door? (a) A guard (b) A dog (c) A baby (d) A driver -
3.The night before my maths exam,
I sat as quiet as a lamb.
The numbers danced inside my head,
They followed me right into bed.
But Mother said, “Just do your best,
Then close your eyes and get some rest.”
I slept, I woke, I wrote with care,
And found the answers waiting there.
What is the poet compared to? (a) A lamb (b) A bird (c) A mouse (d) A lion -
4.Beside the village well it stands,
With roots that hang like old men’s hands.
The farmers rest beneath its shade,
Where children’s games and swings are made.
The parrots chatter on its crown,
The squirrels scamper up and down.
A hundred summers it has seen,
And still its leaves are fresh and green.
What does “A hundred summers it has seen” tell us? (a) It is always summer (b) The tree is dying (c) The tree is tiny (d) The tree is very old -
5.The waves come running up the sand,
They tickle toes and touch my hand.
They leave behind a shell or two,
Some pink, some white, and one bright blue.
The fishing boats go out at dawn,
And come back home when day is gone.
The seagulls cry, the breezes blow,
I wish I never had to go.
What do the waves leave behind? (a) A fishing boat (b) Some seaweed (c) A shell or two (d) A starfish -
6.My father’s bicycle is black and old,
Its bell is rusty, but its heart is gold.
It carried milk cans down the lane,
In blazing sun and pouring rain.
It took me to my school each day,
And never once complained, I say.
Now Father says it’s time to rest,
But I still think this bike’s the best.
What colour is the bicycle? (a) Blue (b) Silver (c) Red (d) Black -
7.A little lamp of clay I made,
I gave it oil, a cotton braid.
On Diwali night I lit its flame,
And soon the whole street did the same.
A thousand lights began to glow,
On rooftops high and doorsteps low.
One little lamp can light the way,
For darkness never wins the day.
When did the poet light the lamp? (a) On Holi morning (b) On Diwali night (c) At Eid (d) On a school day -
8.When the power goes and the night is black,
We gather round on the old jute sack.
Grandfather lights a candle stub,
And tells of a tiger and her cub,
Of a clever crow and a foolish king,
Of a magic flute and a golden ring.
We hardly notice the hours fly,
Until the lights come back — oh my!
When does the family gather round? (a) On Sundays (b) When it rains (c) After dinner (d) When the power goes -
9.The night before my maths exam,
I sat as quiet as a lamb.
The numbers danced inside my head,
They followed me right into bed.
But Mother said, “Just do your best,
Then close your eyes and get some rest.”
I slept, I woke, I wrote with care,
And found the answers waiting there.
What does “The numbers danced inside my head” show? (a) Numbers can dance (b) The poet was dancing (c) Worrying about maths (d) The poet felt sleepy -
10.My grandmother’s hands are wrinkled and brown,
They knead the dough when the sun goes down.
They plait my hair before I go,
They plant the seeds in a tidy row.
They stitch my shirt when a button is lost,
They warm my cheeks in the winter frost.
Her hands are old, but they never rest,
Of all the hands, I love hers best.
How are grandmother’s hands described? (a) Cold and blue (b) Soft and pink (c) Wrinkled and brown (d) Smooth and white -
11.On Tuesday comes the weekly haat,
With pots and pans and this and that.
The bangles clink, the sellers shout,
“Fresh tomatoes! Come, come out!”
A juggler throws six balls up high,
A red balloon floats to the sky.
I spend my coins on jalebi sweet,
Then walk back home on tired feet.
What does the poet spend coins on? (a) Toys (b) Bangles (c) Balloons (d) Jalebi -
12.My grandmother’s hands are wrinkled and brown,
They knead the dough when the sun goes down.
They plait my hair before I go,
They plant the seeds in a tidy row.
They stitch my shirt when a button is lost,
They warm my cheeks in the winter frost.
Her hands are old, but they never rest,
Of all the hands, I love hers best.
What do her hands do when a button is lost? (a) Plait my hair (b) Plant the seeds (c) Knead the dough (d) Stitch my shirt
Answer key
- Behind the hall
- A baby
- A lamb
- The tree is very old
- A shell or two
- Black
- On Diwali night
- When the power goes
- Worrying about maths
- Wrinkled and brown
- Jalebi
- Stitch my shirt
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