Ravindra Kumar

(02 July 1951 / India)

To The Milton


What the greatness thy soul had,
If lean husk learning wide exist,
And travel attentively hidden lesson least,
Meet personality brood plot curative fed.
Even on blunt faculty of sight
Your work appeal prime glory thirst,
To console youth astray bend unrest,
Impart almighty deal resolve extricate plight.

Ground set sonnet, round epic rush
Grand description expose profound literary touch.
Above all bold credit concentrate, firm acuteness.
Ye nurture pulse to poet ready push
In making whole product utilitarian much,
Need hands, pride suit the spirit bless.

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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Credible show of the great poet Milton's personality.

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