HEARKEN, THE FOOTSTEPS FALL !
Photo : (left to right) -- Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, Rajguru
The revolutionaries felt terribly betrayed by the acceptance of a partitioned freedom of sorts by the Congress when all along their dream had been to drive off the enemy by force so that the motherland could be freed one day wholly with no strings attached like the conditional Transfer of Power of 1947. Consequently, they never accepted this freedom as the realisation of their cherished ideal and refused largely all honours bestowed on them by the Government of India. The revolutionaries showed the character post-independence that the votaries of non-violence failed to exhibit or manifest and lived ever in the shadow of these flatterers to the Crown who stole all the limelight.
But the wheel is turning and history will gradually expose the perfidies of the traitors to freedom even as it defies at last the golden sons and daughters of India who died on the scaffold so that their Mother would live. Once more the rumblings can be heard across the hills of the north-east, along the shores of Balasore and across the plains and meadows of Bengal, Maharashtra and the Punjab whence arose the dare devils of the Mother to unshackle her colonial fetters. Once more their footsteps can be heard, their oath-taking to end the barbarous British regime in India and their agonised cries when tortured to animal intent across the seas in the island of death.
The hour arrives when history will be re-written and the shining deeds of these valiant sons and daughters of the Ancient Mother will be inscribed in the hearts of all in letters of gold.
To such a day, my martyrs,
I send these lines tonight.
They'll waft through the starry skies
To welcome you with the light.
Bande Mataram!
Written by Sugata Bose
Photo : (left to right) -- Bhagat Singh, Sukhdev, Rajguru
The revolutionaries felt terribly betrayed by the acceptance of a partitioned freedom of sorts by the Congress when all along their dream had been to drive off the enemy by force so that the motherland could be freed one day wholly with no strings attached like the conditional Transfer of Power of 1947. Consequently, they never accepted this freedom as the realisation of their cherished ideal and refused largely all honours bestowed on them by the Government of India. The revolutionaries showed the character post-independence that the votaries of non-violence failed to exhibit or manifest and lived ever in the shadow of these flatterers to the Crown who stole all the limelight.
But the wheel is turning and history will gradually expose the perfidies of the traitors to freedom even as it defies at last the golden sons and daughters of India who died on the scaffold so that their Mother would live. Once more the rumblings can be heard across the hills of the north-east, along the shores of Balasore and across the plains and meadows of Bengal, Maharashtra and the Punjab whence arose the dare devils of the Mother to unshackle her colonial fetters. Once more their footsteps can be heard, their oath-taking to end the barbarous British regime in India and their agonised cries when tortured to animal intent across the seas in the island of death.
The hour arrives when history will be re-written and the shining deeds of these valiant sons and daughters of the Ancient Mother will be inscribed in the hearts of all in letters of gold.
To such a day, my martyrs,
I send these lines tonight.
They'll waft through the starry skies
To welcome you with the light.
Bande Mataram!
Written by Sugata Bose
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