Why? Poem by vittal vandavasu

Everytime I look at the clear sky
I think, does it ever say why?
We mortals say it all the time
For us 'why? ' is a rhyme
This fitsin our everyday toil
No soul ever walked without a why over this soil

Why dos it always have to be why?
When we look in the sky or in leisure sigh
Before a say and may, before a wish and bliss
It always had been and has been why, is it nice?

Would there be things without why?
Could there be beings without sighs?
Should there be lives without dies?
Why does it always have to be why?

A shy guy says why?
Is there a way?
Where's the say?
Could he stay or set out away?