Works
Sivanath Sastri wrote extensively throughout his life. Amongst his publications are – History of the Brahmo Samaj, New Dispensation and the Sadharan Brahmo Samaj, Men I Have Seen, The Mission of the Brahmo Samaj, Theistic Churches in India, Puspamalya (poetry), Mejo Bou (novel), Jatived, Pushpanjali (poetry), Nirbasiter Bilap (poetry), Pushpamala (poetry), Himadrikusum (poetry), Chhayamoyee Parinay, Jugantar (novel), Nayantara (novel), Upakatha, Bidhabar Chhele,Raghubansa (English and Bengali translation of Kalidasa), Dharmajibon, Ramtanu Lahiri O Tatkalin Bangasamaj, Atmacharit, Atmapariksha, Englander Diary, and Chhotoder Galpo.
Sivanath Sastri started a Bengali periodical, Mukul, for children in 1302. In the earlier issues he wrote most of what was published but as new writers came up, he gradually left more space for them. He edited it for six years. The magazine is still referred to a pioneer in children’s literature.
His poem Sramajibi published in the inaugural issue of Bharat Sramajibi (in 1874), edited by Sashipada Banerjee, was the first poem written in Bengali about the working class.
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