Q.3.B Write an appreciation of the poem considering the following poluts (4)My father travels on the late evening trainSunding among silent commuters in the yellow light19Suburbs slide past his unseeing eyesHis shirt and pants are soggy and his black raincoatStained with mud and his bag stuffed with booksIs falling apart, His eyes dimmed by agefade homeward through the humid monsoon night.Now I can see him getting off the trainLike a word dropped from a long sentence,He hurries across the length of the grey platform,Crosses the railway line, enters the lane,His chappals are sticky-with mud, but he hurries onward.Home again, I see him drinking weak tea,Eating a stale chapati, reading a book.Hegoes into the toilet to contemplateMan's estrangement from a man-made world,Coming out he trembles at the sink,The cold water running over his brown hands,A few droplets cling to the greying hairs on his wrists,His sullen children have often refused to shareJokes and secrets with him. He will now go to sleepListening to the static on the radio, dreamingor has ancestors and grandchildren, thinkingOf nomads entering a subcontinent through a narrowiss*About the poem/poethitle*Theme*Poetic devices, language, style*Spocial features tone and type*Values, message* Your opinion about the poem​