What Is The Question? Poem by FAHMINA ARJUMAND MISHA

IT WAS A GOOD MORNING
SUN ARRIVED AT THE DUTY SHINING AND WARMING

BIRDS WERE RIDING IN THE SKY
MURMURING, GIGGLING AND LAUGHING IN THE SPIRITS SO HIGH

I ASKED THE CLOUDS AND THE SKY
I ASKED THE BUTTERFLIES AND THE CHATTERING MAGPIES

THEY DIDI NOT SEEM TO ANSWER
MAY BE THEY DID NOT SEEM TO HEAR

I ASKED THE BLOWING AIR; IT ALSO DID NOT ANSWER ME
TELL ME IS IT FAIR?

I ASKED THE ROAD WHICH EXTENDS TILL MILES
IT DID NOT ANSWER TOO AND DID NOT EVEN GAVE A SMILE

THEN I ASKED THE REFRESHING GREEN TREES
THEY JUST BLOWED ME WITH THE COLD BREEZE

THEN I FINALLY ASKED MYSELF...........
WHAT IS THE QUESTION? ? ? ? ? ? ?