Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6

Reading comprehension lesson 22: Poems to think about · Set 866 · 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.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.
   
   Which part of the bicycle is rusty? (a) The seat (b) The bell (c) The chain (d) The wheels
2. 2.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) When it rains (b) When the power goes (c) After dinner (d) On Sundays
3. 3.Ayesha lives across the street,
   We share our pencils, share our treats.
   When I was sick with fever high,
   She brought me notes and said, “Don’t cry.”
   We sometimes fight about a game,
   But by the evening, we’re the same.
   A friend is like a shady tree,
   That’s always there for you and me.
   
   What did Ayesha bring when the poet was sick? (a) Medicine (b) Notes (c) Flowers (d) Sweets
4. 4.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.
   
   Which animals stand still with frosty hair? (a) Yaks (b) Camels (c) Horses (d) Goats
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.
   
   Where does the tree stand? (a) On a hill (b) Beside the village well (c) Near the river (d) In the city
6. 6.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.
   
   What came to munch the leaves? (a) Rats (b) Goats (c) Caterpillars (d) Crows
7. 7.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.
   
   What does the potter shape the clay with? (a) A knife (b) A brush (c) A hammer (d) His fingers
8. 8.Some clouds are fluffy, soft and white,
   They sail like ships in morning light.
   Some clouds are dark and full of rain,
   They rumble over hill and plain.
   Some stretch like feathers, thin and high,
   Brushed gently on the summer sky.
   I lie on the grass and watch them go,
   A lion, a ship, a fat buffalo!
   
   What are the dark clouds full of? (a) Dust (b) Rain (c) Smoke (d) Snow
9. 9.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.
   
   What does the rain pound like? (a) Bells (b) Hammers (c) Drums (d) Feet
10. 10.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!
    
    What do they sit on? (a) A rope cot (b) The old jute sack (c) A soft sofa (d) A wooden bench
11. 11.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 did Mother tell the poet to do? (a) Do your best and rest (b) Study all night (c) Skip the exam (d) Eat more sweets
12. 12.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 did the street do after the poet lit the lamp? (a) Lit lamps too (b) Went to sleep (c) Played cricket (d) Blew it out

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