Sonnet On A 'flowing' Poem by Indranil Bit

The golden sand flows through your fingers,

It flies with wind traversing a million miles,

Before it settles on a wet bed ravine rock,

Where water carries it through whirling falls,

Beaten and crushed, it flows with the flow,

Finally rests destiny on a riverine sweet spread,

This is also a journey, a flow with wind and rain!



The golden sting flows through your fingers,

It carries the festooned kite high near the clouds,

Before it settles to kiss the blue of eternity,

Where wind gasp to flow, kite clinch to fly,

Ragged and torn, it flies looking up, stings on ground,

Finally rests destiny on an unknown stage of dreamy clouds,

This is yet another journey, a flow on a different note!