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प्रश्न
What does the poet refer to ‘meadow houses’?
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उत्तर
The houses of birds i.e. nests beneath the tall grass, the dwellings of rabbits, i.e. holes in the ground and mounds for the ants are called as ‘meadow houses’ by the poet.
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