Once upon a time on maroon island,
a little boy was sitting with a rose garland,
through out the vast ocean no one could be seen,
like a vigilant soul, searching, his eyes looked keen,
no one except him was there and no one was supposed to come,
but the kid was filled with hope, he sat there through out the day under the shining sun,
the night passed by, stars came and disappeared,
the boy sat there for days and died but no one appeared,
the body was removed, but they couldn't remove the soul,
he still sits there and reason for his wait remains untold,
even today his stories are sung on that maroon island,
but no one came to know for what he was waiting for and for whom was that rose garland.
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