COME FLY

All you have known yet is mundane
You don’t know a thing beyond joy and pain
You haven’t ever transcended, it seems
You have lived always on the extremes
You know waters of your vicinity
You know nothing of fluidity
I talk of getting out of pond
I talk of skies and far beyond
I offer you wings; I talk of flight
I talk of worlds beyond your sight
I offer you this hand of mine
I offer you the touch of divine

-  Rishiraj