Who is first ?
Please stand up
Please hands up.
Who knows life ?
Please tell before all
Please stay there and call.
It is true, we are all truth,
It is true, we are all in love,
It is true, we are together.
We are the fruits
And we are the gift of nature,
O my dear, please tell
If you know, how we are here
Who is far and who is near.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Ganjanan, I know at least one possible answer to your question. It is, not surprisingly from the words of Jesus, 'Let he who would be first among you, be the servant of all.' Maybe I'm wrong, but that sounds a lot like a definition, in fact, of what it means to be a poet? How does it feel Ganjanan to know that just by being who you are, almost without effort (for you love what you do) , you Ganjanan have won the 'Blue Ribbon.'