Vinayak Damodar Savarkar
'O how you polish them, over and over,
Pampering them all day!
What think you-
Ornaments of silver and gold they are? '
My iron fetters-not just for today are they here!
O, break these shackles, do
They destroy my free will to move so!
'Fit only to be shattered and burnt they are-
Why then lavish care upon our very own fetters?