reason

Does every act of ours
Have a reason behind?
Can not there be things
With nothing to bind.

What makes us work
What makes us all go?
Is it just a thought
Or we swim along a flow?

Why has the mind so much to think
Why I have got so much to brood?
Where is all this getting along
Am I not there, where earlier I stood?

What can be the reason of this
Is it just a season for this?
Making me wonder all around
I scamper for a piece of bliss.

When would the mind blend in
And give away to my heart.
When I shall I not be worried
And let my troubles depart.

Each act of mine I see
Each word of mine I hear
Trying to get its reason
Every breath today, sheds a tear.