The de-barristerized Savarkar

It needs no clairvoyance to affirm the fact that the muse of language used to chair on the tips of the fingers and was seated on the lips of Veer Savarkar, that when he spoke, every sentence nay every word pricked the Brits imperial flesh like a thorn; when he wrote in English or Marathi a poem or an essay it so mesmerized and infused the readers so that ordinary person changed into something rich and strange – that is they were made patriots out of persons. He was so versatile, so charismatic that had he not joined the freedom struggle, then he would have been a poet cum patriot par excellence.