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When one reads his lyrics, like Gourigirir meye (a sensitive yet heart felt invocation to Goddess Durga) and Anurodh (a chiselled love poem woven in folk rhythm) and then goes on to respond to his two evergreen dramatic poems Naksi-kanthar Math and Sojonbadiar Ghat, one concludes that the label ‘village-bard’ is an example of inadequate salutation. Both these ballads cross the prescribed limits of folk poetry. In fact, they articulate a secular and humanist vision in a diction that is earth-sprung and elegant. No wonder, both these ‘modern’ ballads, replete with social conflicts, have been dramatised,

His poetry appears like the breeze from the countryside that cools the sighs and sweats of urban living. He is congratulated for creating a new school of poetry ;
Dr. Dinesh chandra Sen

Jasim Uddin's poetry has a new trend, a new taste and a new language.
- Rabinranath Tagore

Verrier Elwin

Jasim Uddin knows every fact of village life in Bengal and is partial to rural people. The heroes of his poems and stories are farmers, fishermen, boatmen, weavers, cowherds, even roadside barbers, wandering gypsies, palmists and astrologers

bengal wild flower

Today the sun has fallen asleep behind the dark
clouds.
And Keya the rain-flower dreams by the water
What yong maiden on the still wet branches of
Kadamba
Open small petals speechless for ecstasy?
Village Rain, Jasim Uddin

My Country
Field after field run along
Green winds sway tender paddy shoots
That spreads like open hair
In it butterflies ornamented with wings…
Mother earth smiles at her fertile pride.
In this harvest Asmanis (landless people) have no claim.
As worn out ribs hold together their stomachs
They burn with hunger.
Forest after forest run along
This fairyland of flowers and fruits….

In this forest Asmanis (landless people) have no claim.
They are hungry.

River after river run along
They flow through nameless wharfs…
In this river the Asmanis (landless people) have no claim.
Worn out ribs hold together their stomachs
They are empty.
Jasim Uddin

Poet Jasim uddind's speech to Bengali citizens in Karachi - 1949

The fishes find the deep sea,
The birds the branches of the tree.
The Mother knows her love for her son
By the sharp pain in her heart alone
Many and diverse the colour of the cows,
But white the colour that all milk shows.
Through all the world, a Mother's name
A Mother's song is found the same.
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Black is the pupil of my eye,
Black ink with which I write
Black is Birth and death is black
Black is the universal Night.
(Jasim Uddin)

losing heritage