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Theme of the poems

1. Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words)

Amidst killer speeds I stand

Facing the traffic, stretching my hand.

I am seen on kid’s books and as cartoons everywhere

Educating people and asking them to beware

Of the erratic traffic and the signboards

Seen on almost all the roads.

So that you’re safe I see each one of you

But my sweat, my plight on the road sees who?

Be it sunny or rainy,

For your safety I must be

Vigil and agile, on the middle

Standing erect, as fit as a fiddle.

Answer : The theme of the poem is about the hard work of a traffic policeman. The work of a traffic policeman is praiseworthy. He works for the safety of the common people. Whether it is rainy or sunny, he must be always on duty. But he regrets that no bodz sees his sorrows and sufferings.

2. Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words)

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,

Thou art not so unkind

As man's ingratitude;

Thy tooth is not so keen,

Because thou art not seen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Height -ho! Sing height-ho! Unto the green holly :

Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly :

Then height-ho, the holly!

This life is most jolly.

Answer : The theme of the poem is about friendship and love. To the poet, most friendship is not real and most love is fake. Friends and lovers are always ungrateful. So the poet glorifies the winter wind and the bitter sky. The poet thinks that the winter wind and bitter sky are not as unkind as mans ingratitude.

3. Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words)

I love to rise in a summer morn,

When the birds sing on every tree;

The distant huntsman winds his horn,

And the skylark sings with me :

O what sweet company!

But to go to school in a summer morn,

- O it drives all joy away!

Under a cruel eye outworn,

The little ones spend the day

In sighing and dismay.

Answer : Theme of the poem is about the innocence (mijZv) and tenderness (†KvgjZv) of childhood. A child naturally loves a summer morning, birds chirping, hunts men’s horns and sky larks songs. Going to school in the morning is unpleasant (AwcÖq) to a child because it drives all joy away. So, school should be a place of joy and sweet company.

4. Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words)

The buzz saw snarled and rattled in the yard

And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,

Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.

And from there those that lifted eyes could count

Five mountains range one behind the other

Under the sunset far into Vermont.

And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,

As it ran light, or had to bear a load.

And nothing happened : day was all but done.

Call it a day, I wish they might have said

Answer : The theme of the poem is about child labor. In the poem, a very young boy was doing a mans work to earn money. But the boy died by an accident when he was working. Thus the poet shows a dreadful and real condition of child laborers around the world.

5. Write down the theme of the following poem. (Not more than 50 words)

Because I have seen Bengalis face I will seek no more;

The world has not anything more beautiful to show me.

Waking up in darkness, gazing at the fig-tree, I behold

Dawns swallows roosting under huge umbrella-like leaves. I look around me

And discover a leafs dome-Jam, Kant Hal, Bat, Hijol and Aswatha trees-

All in a hush, shadowing clumps of cactus and zedoary bushes.

When long, long ago, Chand came in his honeycombed boat

To a blue Hijal, Bat and Tamal shade near the Champa, he too sighted BengalÕs incomparable beauty. One day, alas. In the Ganguri,

On a raft, as the waning moon sank on the riverÕs sandbanks,

Behula too saw countless a swaths bats besides golden rice fields

And heard the thrushÕs soft song. One day, arriving in Amara,

Where gods held court, when she danced like a desolate wagtail,

BengalÕs rivers, fields, flowers, wailed like strings of bells on her feet.

Answer : The theme of the poem is about the beautiful nature of Bangladesh. Very few countries in the world are as beautiful as Bangladesh. The poet has seen the beauty of Bangladesh. So he does not want to see any more country of the world. He is proud of this country.