Buried with gout you lost dear life of yours
Half lost earlier widowed to survive
Worthy years Milton you were sent by his
Own wish and in the chariot gold engraved
A choir of angels brought you here to taste
Enjoy and feel eternal bliss your might
Proved strong yet no succeeding peer your left
You proved to God himself and kept his word
Sounded the deep did blast a song above
At your behest the clarions in hell
Did draw in heaven and at the seat of truth
Virtue and strength supreme command assert

Three hundred long years three centuries
Too long to know have passed and yet too soon
Time sees no rest tumultuous years of hate
Affection vindication have survived
With sickening murmurs of hate approved
Yet exaltation found you sat upright
Self vindicated this murmuring world your need
Milton requires this earth in whose lap rests
The human world mortal immortal strife

-Sushil Soni