Holding a forked stick in hand,
there moveth a water dowser.
He summons all his divination,
he is not a careless browser.
He locates the water source,
somewhere it lies, buried deep.
Sometimes it\'s already seeking you
what you may strive to seek.
To find life’s elixir,
they begin to dig deep.
Finding love is also similar,
this in our mind, we must keep.
To find a sweet stream,
there is a fair chance.
As one may be fortunate
to find a blooming romance.
When the stream is found
buried under rock and sand.
Sweat result makes one forget,
an effort tiresome and so grand.
Sometimes despite the effort
brackish is the underlying water.
When the efforts turn sour
one tends to blame the spotter.
The spotter is our heart
in many matters of this life
We must always forgive him,
no matter how big is the strife.
Sometimes we seem to be destined
to not find water at any cost.
Only this doesn’t apply to love
as the love’s labour is never lost.
the bloom of love in our hearts
makes our thinking glorious.
Whatever may the outcome
One is always victorious.