Question

Q.3.
B Write an appreciation of the poem considering the following poluts (4)
My father travels on the late evening train
Sunding among silent commuters in the yellow light
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Suburbs slide past his unseeing eyes
His shirt and pants are soggy and his black raincoat
Stained with mud and his bag stuffed with books
Is falling apart, His eyes dimmed by age
fade homeward through the humid monsoon night.
Now I can see him getting off the train
Like a word dropped from a long sentence,
He hurries across the length of the grey platform,
Crosses the railway line, enters the lane,
His chappals are sticky-with mud, but he hurries onward.
Home again, I see him drinking weak tea,
Eating a stale chapati, reading a book.
He
goes into the toilet to contemplate
Man's estrangement from a man-made world,
Coming out he trembles at the sink,
The cold water running over his brown hands,
A few droplets cling to the greying hairs on his wrists,
His sullen children have often refused to share
Jokes and secrets with him. He will now go to sleep
Listening to the static on the radio, dreaming
or has ancestors and grandchildren, thinking
Of nomads entering a subcontinent through a narrowiss
*About the poem/poethitle
*Theme
*Poetic devices, language, style
*Spocial features tone and type
*Values, message
* Your opinion about the poem​

Answer 1

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