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When the gong sounds ten in the morning and I walk to school by our lane, Every day I meet the hawker crying, "Bangles, crystal bangles!" There is nothing to hurry him on, there is no road he must take, no place he must go to, no time when he must come home. a. Name the poem and the poet b. what did the hawker do? c. What did daddy think about him?
a. The poem is “vocation” and the poet is Rabindranath Tagore b. The hawker went about shouting bangles so that everyone can hear him and buy it from him. c. Daddy thought that it was a wonderful profession since he was not in a hurry and neither he had to take any specific direction he was free to go wherever he liked.
I wish I were a hawker, spending my day in the road, crying, "Bangles, crystal bangles!" a. What did he wish to be? b. How old do you think is the child? Why?
When at four in the afternoon I come back from the school, I can see through the gate of that house the gardener digging the ground. He does what he likes with his spade, he soils his clothes with dust, nobody takes him to task if he gets baked in the sun or gets wet. I wish I were a gardener digging away at the garden with nobody to stop me from digging. a. What does he see while coming back at home b. What does he think and why? c. What does he like? Why? d. What did he wish to be?
Just as it gets dark in the evening and my mother sends me to bed, I can see through my open window the watchman walking up and down. The lane is dark and lonely, and the street-lamp stands like a giant with one red eye in its head. The watchman swings his lantern and walks with his shadow at his side, and never once goes to bed in his life. I wish I were a watchman walking the streets all night, chasing the shadows with my lantern. a. What does he see through the window? b. What did he decide to be and why? c. What all this shows about daddy? d. What is the poetic devise used in the above lines e. How do the street lamps stand like a giant?

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