They both are'nt bound?

The world, with all it's cracks and flaws, 

And the masquerade, sold. 

Are yet, too cruel for a child,

Or so have I been told.

But isn't it the child that makes into a

man?

Or is it the other way around?

Either way, can one guarantee,

To the other, they both aren't bound?

For centuries, we kept the young in void,

Away from the universe outside,

In the emptiness, where he grew,

Putting his innocence aside.

Albeit, isn't it our fault,

For his contrasting blemish spark? 

Just so not to make it dark.

To make his world utter blank,

Written by - Aaryan Gupta