The mood of the poet is ________?

Walker, stop and let me move and check you

My sneaky, fleeting moon of reckless birth

The light of hope you flashed at dawn has dimmed

And flickers weakly, so you squint at Earth.

 

Walker, stand and let me sit and quiz you

Will foes and friends be irked if Mum you tell

The bitter tale of woe behind your flu?

The trickling tears unseen announce your age.

 

Walker, stay and let me come and tell you

My fleeting moon, I own you dim my light

Your sparkling blouse has turned a darker hue

You must, I guess, have done a steeplechase.

A. derisive
B. ecstatic
C. regretful
D. melancholic

Correct Answer:

Option C – regretful