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Jibanananda Das (17 February 1899 – 22 October 1954 / Barisal / Bangladesh)
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Jibanananda Das was a Bengali poet, writer, novelist and essayist. Dimly recognized during his lifetime, today Das is acknowledged as the premier poet of post-Tegorian literature in India and Bangladesh. He is considered as Bengal’s “greatest” modern poet and “best loved” poet too, his poems being regarded as "part of the Bengali consciousness on the both side of border" between India and Bangladesh. For the poets in the latter half of the twentieth century Das “has practically come to take place of Tagore . Das’s oeuvre is eclectic and resists classification under any single heading or school.
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You are the best ballad in bengali mind.
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in bengali poetry at that time.
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Every moment we will and we are
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It's sad that Das has never won the recognition his talent deserves world-wide. Apart from being among the most gifted expressionists of the last hundred years, his best work also had elements of seething anger and ruthless destruction of the like almost unmatched for the last hundred years. It only adds to his obscurity that his poetry is almost intranslatable, and he must, as a result, remain as loved and honoured as he is only by the select few who speak in the same language in which he wrote.