भारतीय इतिहास के ६ स्वर्णिम पृष्ठ (वीर सावरकर - विदेशी आक्रान्ताओं पर विजय गाथा)

Come the Avengers of the Atrocious
Muslims' Rule: The Marathas!
991. It is a common belief that the writing of history must be a prosaic
account of bare facts describing them as they have actually happened, and it
is mostly right. There ought to be a marked difference between the
descriptions of something that is purely imaginary and poetic and of
something that has actually happened. The one can best be well expressed
in a faithful and matter-of-fact way.
991.A. Yet merely to list out the correct dates and years of historical
events, to note the deaths and births of certain individuals, and to keep a
record of battles fought or the occurrence of famines and floods cannot be
called history, although such a bare record of these various events is the
basis of history. It may, at best, be called a chronological account. But there
is a borderland between pure history and pure unalloyed poetry, which can
adequately and effectively be expressed by a fine blending of history and
poetry. Without such a blending of history and poetry, descriptions of such
events can never be living. While describing such events, history itself
becomes poetry. Such occasions and events can never be effectively
described without resorting to mythological and romantic metaphors and
grand poetic style. Simple events can be described as truthfully as they
happen in prose, but human nature demands that everything that is unique,
everything that is stupendous and splendid and exciting, must be expressed
in a highly emotional and ornate style, be it an event of a very recent
occurrence. Simple dry prose will never be able to sustain it. It is these
exciting events that make a man roar with laughter, groan with sorrow,
dance with joy or get wild with rage—in short, exciting events make him
speak the language of poetry! It may be prose, but poetic prose, often
bedecked with dazzling ornaments of simile, metaphor and other figures of
speech, as is the prince of princes adorned with the real ones!
992. निषादविद्धाण्डज दर्शनोत्थः
श्लोकत्वमापद्यत यस्य शोकः
“His grief at the destruction of the bird by the hunter took the form of a
four-lined verse—a श्लोक”