P A Noushad ... Poems

Dear Lionel Messi,
The day I heard your gentle words...
'Perhaps our Maradona is smiling from the heavens...'
my heart became a river, and tears, long hidden, fell like rain from the silent clouds of my soul.......
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Dear Rodrigo de Paul,
today you touched my heart
more deeply than a thousand words could say....
You scored a goal for Miami,
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When I step upon the sacred ground
of North America, World Cup 2026,
my heart overflows..
a river unbound by shores..
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When I step upon the sacred ground
of North America, World Cup 2026,
my heart overflows..
a river unbound by shores..
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When first my feet caress the holy grass
of distant lands, North America,2026,
my soul overflows, a chalice without end...
Joy rises like incense from my chest,
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When first my feet caress the holy grass
of distant lands, North America,2026,
my soul overflows, a chalice without end...
Joy rises like incense from my chest,
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Within Cambridge's ancient, hallowed air,
I walked where thought becomes a living flame...
And memory wears the robe of silent prayer...
Etched softly in the parchment of my name...
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Within Cambridge's ancient, hallowed air,
I walked where thought becomes a living flame...
And memory wears the robe of silent prayer.....
Etched softly in the parchment of my name...
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In Oxford's hush where ancient stones still dream,
I walked through halls where thought becomes its flame....
And felt knowledge flow like an endless stream,
Revealing life's most subtle, sacred name....
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In Oxford's hush where ancient stones still dream,
I walked through halls where thought becomes its flame....
And felt knowledge flow like an endless stream,
Revealing life's most subtle, sacred name....
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