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१८५७ का स्वातन्त्र्य समर (वीर विनायक दामोदर सावरकर - अंग्रेजों द्वारा छपने से पूर्व प्रतिबन्धित महाग्रन्थ)

१८५७ का स्वातन्त्र्य समर (वीर विनायक दामोदर सावरकर - अंग्रेजों द्वारा छपने से पूर्व प्रतिबन्धित महाग्रन्थ)

The Indian War of Independence 1857 by V.D. Savarkar

स्वातंत्र्यवीर विनायक दामोदर सावरकर द्वारा

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पृष्ठ 110, कुल 638 में से

संदर्भ में पढ़ें
पृष्ठ 110

THE VOLCANO
not fear frustration. Even though we know that to fight
for what we call Right does not unfailingly win through
its inherent justifiability or righteousness unless and
until it is upheld by proportionate Might, even
then to fight for our Right to the best of our might
is in itself a heroic joy which fills the warrior with
a divine intoxication.
Lit up the Sacrificial Fire then, for we must propi-
tiate the Lord of Hosts, the God of War !
Dig the Sacrificial Fire-pit on the altar wider and
wider, deeper and deeper ! Well and good : Lo !
the Fire of National Indignation is already bursting forth
into flames ! As the first sacramental rite, the Sankalpa,
the declamatory vow, has already been proclaimed a
hundred years ago as early as the year 1757 A.D. So, as the
first sacrificial offering, throw the Field of Plassey into
the flaming pit !
Where is the Kohinoor of the Panjab ? Here has
Dalhousie himself offered to help us and brought it,
snatching it away from its rightful owner the Khalsa of
Guru Govindsingh ! What sacrificial offering can be more
igniting the hungry Fire than the Gem of “ the purest
ray serene ”, this ancient historical emblem of Indian
Sovereignty ? Throw then, the Kohinoor of Punjab in.
The next immediate offering must be Burma. So let
its King Theeba be exiled and into this crackling Fire pit,
throw in the kingdom of Burma too.
How do you forget the Throne of Shivaji himself ?
What is the good of its keeping rotting at Satara ? We
must respect the right of precedence due to it ! Help us
Oh, obliging Britania by doing your worst with your
ravenous claws and relegating the kings there to the
graves—where they might yet rule freely—bring here the
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