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.
NameDateTime takenScore ___ / 12
-
1.With coloured powder in a tray,
I start my rangoli at break of day.
A dot, a line, a curve, a swirl,
A peacock’s tail begins to twirl.
Red and yellow, green and white,
I fill each petal, neat and bright.
My little brother claps with glee,
“Now make a rangoli just for me!”
What does the brother ask for? (a) A new tray (b) Some sweets (c) A peacock feather (d) A rangoli for him -
2.The sky turned grey, the wind grew strong,
The peacock sang its happy song.
Then down came drops, first one, then ten,
Then rain, and rain, and rain again!
The dusty lanes turned into streams,
The paper boats sailed on our dreams.
The thirsty fields began to drink,
And everything turned green, I think.
Which bird sang when the sky turned grey? (a) The parrot (b) The sparrow (c) The crow (d) The peacock -
3.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 do the sellers shout about? (a) Hot samosas (b) Cold drinks (c) Fresh tomatoes (d) New shoes -
4.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) Smooth and white (c) Soft and pink (d) Wrinkled and brown -
5.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) Camels (b) Goats (c) Horses (d) Yaks -
6.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.
Who rests beneath its shade? (a) The parrots (b) The teachers (c) The farmers (d) The cows -
7.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 -
8.I made a kite of red and gold,
With paper thin and string to hold.
I ran across the open ground,
And up it rose without a sound.
It danced above the temple tower,
It climbed and climbed for half an hour.
Then snap! The string broke in the breeze,
My kite flew off beyond the trees.
What colours was the kite? (a) Blue and green (b) Pink and yellow (c) Black and white (d) Red and gold -
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) The poet felt sleepy (b) Numbers can dance (c) Worrying about maths (d) The poet was dancing -
10.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!”
What do the passengers do inside? (a) Softly snore (b) Play cards (c) Eat dinner (d) Sing loudly -
11.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) Played cricket (b) Went to sleep (c) Blew it out (d) Lit lamps too -
12.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 brush (b) A hammer (c) His fingers (d) A knife
Answer key
- A rangoli for him
- The peacock
- Fresh tomatoes
- Wrinkled and brown
- Yaks
- The farmers
- They melt ice
- Red and gold
- Worrying about maths
- Softly snore
- Lit lamps too
- His fingers
Free reading comprehension lessons, practice and worksheets at talentjr.in/reading-comprehension