Poem Comprehension Worksheet for Class 6

Reading comprehension lesson 22: Poems to think about · Set 985 · 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.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.
   
   What did the dusty lanes turn into? (a) deserts (b) gardens (c) mountains (d) streams
2. 2.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) Some sweets (b) A rangoli for him (c) A peacock feather (d) A new tray
3. 3.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 goes round and round? (a) The wheel (b) The sun (c) The clay (d) The pot
4. 4.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) Sweets (b) Flowers (c) Notes (d) Medicine
5. 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.
   
   What does the poet say the city has? (a) Its lights (b) Its snow (c) Its mountains (d) Its yaks
6. 6.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) Drums (b) Hammers (c) Bells (d) Feet
7. 7.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 does the train do through the dark? (a) Sleeps (b) Rattles (c) Stops (d) Flies
8. 8.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
9. 9.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.
   
   Which word rhymes with “crown”? (a) green (b) down (c) seen (d) shade
10. 10.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) His fingers (d) A hammer
11. 11.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.
    
    How does the poet feel about leaving the seashore? (a) Wants to leave fast (b) Does not want to go (c) Is scared of waves (d) Is bored
12. 12.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.
    
    On which day is the weekly haat? (a) Friday (b) Monday (c) Sunday (d) Tuesday

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