Q.3.B. Poctic Appreciation.
Read the extract and write as per the instructions.
When I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
Much have I thought of life, and seen
For many a false man as a friend
How poor men's hearts are ever light
Came knocking all day at my door. And how their wives do hum like bees
About
their work from mom till night.
Then felt like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.
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bhumandli vishv me rastr rajya ki samprabhuta ke chunauti ka prikshin kijiyen
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