12. Short Stories / Poems ( Theme writting )
Write down the theme of the following poem (not more than 50 words):–
If you fail to see the person But only see the disability. Then who is blind? If you cannot hear Your brother's Cry for justice, Who is deaf? If you do not communicate With your sister | But separate her from you Who is the mentally handicapped? If you do not stand up For the rights of all persons. Who is crippled? Your attitude Towards persons with disabilities, May be our biggest handicap. |
Theme: The poet here attempts to bring out our true disabilities. He expresses that our narrow-minded attitude is our disability. So, the theme of the poem is that disabilities lie in our mind and attitude, not in our body. The disabled people should not be judged by their disability; rather, they should be judged by their qualities.
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প্র্যাকটিস এর মাধ্যমে নিজেকে তৈরি করে ফেলো
উত্তর দিবে তোমার বই থেকে ও তোমার মত করে।
সারা দেশের শিক্ষার্থীদের মধ্যে নিজের অবস্থান যাচাই
Write down the theme of the following poem (Not more than fifty words):
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way
Along the margin of a bay.
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Write down the theme of the following poem (not more than 50 words):———
O father and mother, if buds are nipped, And blossoms blown away; And if the tender plants are stripped Of their joy in the springing day, By sorrow and care's dismay,- | How shall the summer arise in joy, Or the summer fruits appear? Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy, Or bless the mellowing year, When the blasts of winter appear? |
Write down the theme of the following poem (not more than 50 words):
I sit in one of the dives On fifty-second street Uncertain and afraid As the clever hopes expire. Of a low dishonest decade: Waves of anger and fear |
Circulate over the bright And darkened lands of the earth. Obsessing our private lives; The unmentionable odour of death Offends the September night. |
Write down the theme of the following poem (Not more than 50 words) :
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When One who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? "For beauty", I replied. | "And I for truth-the two are one; We brethren are," he said. And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. |