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प्रश्न
Based on your understanding of the poem, read the following line and answer the question given below.
Thus ending, he hastily lifted the wicket,
And out of the door turned the poor little cricket,
Explain the second line.
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उत्तर
Since the ant closed the door, the poor little cricket had to turn and go away.
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