Dear Messi, You Remind Us How To Remain Humble While Touching The Stars Poem by P A Noushad ...

Dear Lionel Messi,
If it is written among the hidden stars,
be there once more in the FIFA World Cup of 2030...
You may be forty-three.
Time may have silvered your footsteps,
yet some souls are measured not by age,
but by the light they leave upon the earth...
And if, by the mysterious grace of God,
your beloved son should stand beside you,
young, fearless, and eighteen,
what a dawn that would be
for football,
for history,
for humanity.
I do not ask this as a prediction...
I whisper it as a prayer...
The world cannot forget your journey,
your perseverance when hope grew faint,
your tireless labour when others doubted,
your quiet leadership,
your humble smile,
your kindness that spoke louder than victory,
your love for the game,
and your grateful finger always pointing toward Heaven...
When you left the field after the 2026 final,
our hearts felt a silence beyond words,
as though an era itself had begun to walk away...
Yet my soul keeps whispering:
'Not yet...
Perhaps one more sunrise remains.'
And if 2030 becomes your final World Cup,
may the world not bid you farewell in sorrow,
but with tears of joy.
May you smile one last time,
embracing your teammates,
your beloved coach,
your family,
and the countless hearts
that learned hope by watching you play...
Perhaps another crown,
perhaps only your gentle presence,
either would be enough.
For some legends do not inspire because they win;
they inspire because they remind us
how to remain humble while touching the stars...
So I wait.
I count the days.
Not with certainty,
but with faith.
For love sometimes hears
what reason cannot...
Perhaps it is one small whisper
carried by the wind toward Heaven...
If that whisper is blessed by God...
Until then, dear Messi,
I shall wait beneath the same eternal sky.....