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? ? ? ? ? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem