Appreciation of the poem. (5)
Read the poem given below and write an appreciation of it with the help of the
points given below:
The Little River
Our little river, it meanders along;
In summer, the water is only knee-deep,
And cows and carts can cross it with ease.
For the banks, though high, are not too steep.
No sign of slime, the sands shine bright,
On one shore, kash fields blossom white.
Chirpingmynahsthrough thatsite,
The jackal’s howl is heard there at night.
Across lie groves of mango and palm;
The village priests dwell in their cool shade,
Girls and boys bathe close to the bank,
Splashing with their gamchhas asthey wade.
At dusk and dawn, once their bath is done,
They dip washcloths to trap small fish.
To their household tasksthe wives return,
Having used river-sand to scour each dish.
InAshadh clouds gather, the watersrise:
The river’s in spate, the current prows strong.
The air is rife with babbling sounds,
As the muddy torrent swirls along.
The woods onshore stir to life again,
And our village wakensto celebrate the rain.
Rabindranath Tagore
1. The title of the poem is _________________________________________
2. The poem is written by _________________________________________
3. The poem has _______________ stanzas.
4. Your favorite lines in the poem are ________________________________
5. The figure of speech used in the poem _____________________________
Answers
Answer:
The Little River
Our little river, it meanders along;
In summer, the water is only knee-deep,
And cows and carts can cross it with ease.
For the banks, though high, are not too steep.
No sign of slime, the sands shine bright,
On one shore, kash fields blossom white.
Chirpingmynahsthrough thatsite,
The jackal’s howl is heard there at night.
Across lie groves of mango and palm;
The village priests dwell in their cool shade,
Girls and boys bathe close to the bank,
Splashing with their gamchhas asthey wade.
At dusk and dawn, once their bath is done,
They dip washcloths to trap small fish.
To their household tasksthe wives return,
Having used river-sand to scour each dish.
InAshadh clouds gather, the watersrise:
The river’s in spate, the current prows strong.
The air is rife with babbling sounds,
As the muddy torrent swirls along.
The woods onshore stir to life again,
And our village wakensto celebrate the rain.
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