Chapter 6-10 Poem.

1. The Sindhi woman walks with undulant grace. (A)like boughs (B) like dolls (C) like daffodils (D) like waves
2. The Sindhi woman glides through the bazaar. (A)go smoothly (B) flying (C) swimming (D) running
3. A time to rend. (A)worry (B) reap (C) weep (D) tear
4. And a time to sew. (A) blend (B) mend (C) hew (D) plant
5. Two vast and trunkless legs of stone. (A) bodiless (B) fleshless (C) lifeless (D) boneless
6. The shattered visage lay half-sunk in the sand. (A) carved (B) broken (C) old (D) withered
7. The mother sparrow wants to feed her tiny young ones. (A) big (B) little (C) huge (D) large
8. Conjoining beak with beak / With whom should she solace? (A)merging (B) joining (C) patting (D) craving
9. We whisper together. (A)shout(B) scream(C) murmur (D) moan
Show Answer
10.Our dried voices are quiet and meaningless. (A)useless(B) thoughtful(C) powerless(D) careless

Answer (in 3-4 lines/sentences) the following questions from Book-III.

1. What did the poet reflect when he saw the women?
2. What kind of picture of Karachi slums do we get after reading the poem?
3. What is the central idea of this poem?
4. What does the poet mean: 'A time to keep silent and a time to speak'
5. How does the traveler appreciate the art of the sculpture?
6. What was inscribed on the pedestal of the trunkless legs of stone?
7. What does the sparrow hold in her beak?
8. How do the young ones of the sparrow look when they cry?
9. Why does the poet call modern man as hollow man?
10.What do you mean by "hollow men"?
Explain the following lines with reference to the context.
i) Watching her cross erect
Stones, garbage, excrement and crumbs
Of glass in the Karachi slums,
I, with my stoop, reflect:
They stand moist straight
Who learn to walk beneath a weight
ii) I meet a traveller from an antique land
Who said; Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert........ Near them, on the sand
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,