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POEM No. – 01
Read the extract given below and answer the questions that follow (Q. No. 1 to 6)
My mother bore me in the southern wind,
And I am black, but O! My soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereaved of light.
My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.
Look on the rising Sun: there God live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.
And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
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