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Six Glorious Epochs of Indian History by Veer Savarkar

स्वातंत्र्यवीर विनायक दामोदर सावरकर द्वारा

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पृष्ठ 385, कुल 494 में से

संदर्भ में पढ़ें
पृष्ठ 385

We take up your cry, we revere your flag, we are determined to continue
that fiery mission of ‘away with the foreigner’, which you uttered, amidst
the prophetic thunderings of the Revolutionary war. Revolutionary, yes, it
was a Revolutionary war. For, the War of 1857 shall not cease till the
revolution arrives, striking slavery into dust, elevating liberty to the throne.
Whenever a people arises for its freedom, whenever that seed of liberty gets
germinated in the blood of its fathers, whenever that seed of liberty gets
germinated in the blood of its Martyrs, and whenever there remains at least
one true son to avenge that blood of his fathers, there never can be an end to
such a war as this. No, a revolutionary war knowns no truce, save liberty or
death. We, inspired by your memory, determine to continue the struggle you
began in 1857, we refuse to acknowledge the armistice as a truce; we look
upon the battles you fought as the battles of the first campaign—the defeat
of which cannot be the defeat of the War. What? Shall the world say that
India has accepted the defeat as the final one? That the blood of 1857 was
shed in vain? That the sons of India betray their fathers’ vows? No, by
Hindusthan, no! The historical continuity of the Indian nation is not cut off.
The war began on the 10th of May, 1857, is not over on the 10th of May,
1958, nor shall it ever cease till a 10th of May to come sees the destiny
accomplished, sees the beautiful India crowned, either with the lustre of
victory or with the halo of martyrdom.
But, O glorious Martyrs, in this pious struggle of your sons, help. O help
us by your inspiring presence! Torn in innumerable petty selves, we cannot
realise the grand unity of the Mother. Whisper, then, unto us by what magic
you caught the secret of Union. How the Feringhi rule was shattered to
pieces and the Swadeshi thrones were set up by the common consent of
Hindus and Mahomedans. How in the higher love of the mother, united the
difference of castes and creeds, how the venerated and venerable Bahadur
Shah prohibited the killing of cows throughout India, how Shreemant
Nanasahib after the first salute of the thundering cannon to the emperor of
Delhi, reserved for himself the second one! How you staggered the whole
world, by uniting under the banner of mother and forced your enemies to
say ‘Among the many lessons the Indian Mutiny conveys to the historian
and administrator, none is of greater importance than the warning that it is
possible to have a revolution in which Brahmins and Shudras, Mahomedans
and Hindus were united against us and that it is not safe to suppose that the
peace and stability of our dominion in any great measure depends on the