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Who is the speaker in the poem?

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The speaker in the poem is a child who has his fears, doubts, whims, and fancies.

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अध्याय 9.2: Whatif - Working with the Poem [पृष्ठ १२२]

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अध्याय 9.2 Whatif
Working with the Poem | Q 1.1 | पृष्ठ १२२

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