Question

The Flower-School
RARINDRANATH TAGORE
How do you feel when you see fresh flowers blooming after the first
monsoon showers? Read this poem about a boy who imagines the new
flowers as a group of school children who want to leave the classroom
and come out to play.
When storm clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down,
The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its
bagpipes among the bamboos
Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows
where, and dance upon the grass in wild glee.
Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground,
They do their lessons with doors shut, and if they want to
come out to play before it is time, their master makes
them stand in a corner.
When the rains come they have their holidays.
Branches clash together in the forest, and the leaves rustle
in the wild wind, the thunder-clouds clap their giant hands and the
flower-children rush out in dresses of pink and yellow and white.
Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars are.
Haven't you seen how eager they are to get there? Don't you
know why they are in such a hurry?
Of course, I can guess to whom they raise their arms: they
have their mother as I have my own.
moist: Something that is moist is damp or humid.
can you tell the summary​

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Answer:

The Flower-School

RARINDRANATH TAGORE

How do you feel when you see fresh flowers blooming after the first

monsoon showers? Read this poem about a boy who imagines the new

flowers as a group of school children who want to leave the classroom

and come out to play.

When storm clouds rumble in the sky and June showers come down,

The moist east wind comes marching over the heath to blow its

bagpipes among the bamboos

Then crowds of flowers come out of a sudden, from nobody knows

where, and dance upon the grass in wild glee.

Mother, I really think the flowers go to school underground,

They do their lessons with doors shut, and if they want to

come out to play before it is time, their master makes

them stand in a corner.

When the rains come they have their holidays.

Branches clash together in the forest, and the leaves rustle

in the wild wind, the thunder-clouds clap their giant hands and the

flower-children rush out in dresses of pink and yellow and white.

Do you know, mother, their home is in the sky, where the stars are.

Haven't you seen how eager they are to get there? Don't you

know why they are in such a hurry?

Of course, I can guess to whom they raise their arms: they

have their mother as I have my own.

moist: Something that is moist is damp or humid.

can you tell the summary