Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6

Reading comprehension lesson 22: Poems to think about · Set 799 · 12 questions

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.

1. 1.High in the hills where the cold winds blow,
   Our little village sleeps in snow.
   The yaks stand still with frosty hair,
   The smoke curls up in the morning air.
   We melt the ice to boil our tea,
   And count the stars that shine for free.
   The city has its lights, it’s true,
   But we have mountains, white and blue.
   
   How do the villagers get water for tea? (a) They collect rain (b) They melt ice (c) They use a tap (d) They buy it
2. 2.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.
   
   How many balls does the juggler throw? (a) Ten (b) Four (c) Three (d) Six
3. 3.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.
   
   When do her hands knead the dough? (a) At midnight (b) At noon (c) When the sun goes down (d) In the early morning
4. 4.Round and round the wheel goes spinning,
   A lump of clay is just beginning.
   The potter’s fingers press and shape,
   A pot appears, a jar, a plate.
   He sets them out to dry in sun,
   And bakes them hard when they are done.
   From muddy earth beneath our feet,
   He makes the bowls from which we eat.
   
   Which word rhymes with “spinning”? (a) beginning (b) shape (c) sun (d) done
5. 5.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 are the hanging roots compared to? (a) Snakes (b) Old men’s hands (c) Rivers (d) Ropes
6. 6.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
7. 7.Tap, tap, tap on the old tin roof,
   The rain is drumming, here’s the proof.
   It patters soft, then pounds like drums,
   And then a sudden silence comes.
   A frog croaks out beneath the shed,
   My cat curls up beside my bed.
   I pull my blanket to my chin,
   And hear the music, safe within.
   
   Where does the frog croak? (a) In the pond (b) On the roof (c) Under the bed (d) Beneath the shed
8. 8.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 colours are the shells? (a) Only white (b) Pink, white and blue (c) Black and grey (d) Red, green and gold
9. 9.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.
   
   What was the lamp made of? (a) Brass (b) Glass (c) Clay (d) Silver
10. 10.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.
    
    What is the message of the last two lines? (a) Light defeats darkness (b) Lamps are costly (c) Clay breaks easily (d) Night is long
11. 11.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!”
    
    Which city does the train reach in the morning? (a) Kolkata (b) Delhi (c) Mumbai (d) Chennai
12. 12.Tap, tap, tap on the old tin roof,
    The rain is drumming, here’s the proof.
    It patters soft, then pounds like drums,
    And then a sudden silence comes.
    A frog croaks out beneath the shed,
    My cat curls up beside my bed.
    I pull my blanket to my chin,
    And hear the music, safe within.
    
    How does the poet feel inside? (a) Wet and cold (b) Angry (c) Frightened (d) Safe and cosy

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