God does not do amiss

We often say and hear this,
That God does not do amiss,
That whatever happens in our lives,
Has a fixed purpose, beyond our eyes;
Then why it so happens,
More often than not,
That things come in our lives,
That mean to happen not;
Why someone sparks that fire in a heart,
That dwindles before it gets a blast?
Why that unwarranted pain?
Why that yearning, all in vain?
Why my heart bleeds white for him,
Whom I know I can never win?
Why can't I say just go to hell?
Why on his thoughts does my mind dwell?
No answer can I ever get,
Nor can anyone else;
For ways of God are mysterious,
Or rather, we take our lives too serious.
For what are they, after all?
Some sixty,seventy,or eighty years?
For trillions of years have they been there,
The ancient dwellers of the skies,
And yet we, the self-proclaimed heirs,
Have not been able to count them fair!
We think the throbbing piece of meat,
In one of a billion chests,
Is all on His mind besides taking rest!
This thought soothes my aching heart a bit,
Though I know its a self-serving thought,
This twisted logic is what makes me stand out,
Among the brainless heavenly lot!