A Take Or Remake On Milton's On His Blindness. Poem by Radhamani Sarma

A Take or remake on Milton’s On His Blindness.
(But not in the form of a sonnet.

When I consider how my life is spent
In full ignorance / connivance,
In this dark world and wideof
Negation and sins and agnostic faith,
And that one talent (of creativity)
Lodged with me useless, slow
Though my Soul more inclined
To serve my Mentor, / Maker,
I fondly, unthinkingly ask.
Does God deprive me of
His Gifts, if I don’t acknowledge
His Bounteous Grace. But to
Prevent this hasty question,
Inward alertness, agility,
Replies, ‘’ God will not bemuse you,
nor forsake you. There are innumerable
Struggling like you voiceless and patient.
They also serve who only chant, stand, wait.’’