Look there, seated amidst piles,
Surrounded by monotony
He lives in an illusion,
That someday a life etched with melodies,
Will knock upon his realm,
And it will mark the end of this jaded one.
This delusion of life has not been of his making,
But still he binds himself to the belief,
And keeps the hope alive,
Reflecting upon the fact that,
Somehow, light always appears at the end of the tunnel!