Lionel Messi..Some Dreams Do Not Belong To Time. They Belong To Eternity.. Poem by P A Noushad ...

On the sixth of October,2026,
let the world pause for a moment..
let millions of hearts,
across continents and oceans,
beat together in one rhythm,
not merely to watch a farewell,
but to whisper:
"Thank you, Messi."
Thank you
for the magic you carried in your left foot,
for the dreams you painted
upon the green earth,
for every impossible goal
that became possible
when you touched the ball...
And when you lifted your eyes to the sky
and sent a flying kiss to God,
something within me became quiet..
as if you were telling the world:
"I did not walk this journey alone."
Your greatness was never
only in the goals.
It was in your humility
after victory,
your silence after defeat,
your gentle smile,
your affection for children,
your encouragement to young players,
your respect for the game,
and the humanity
that remained greater than fame...
Dear Messi,
when Argentina fell short
in the 2026 World Cup final,
something inside my heart ached.
That night,
through an ocean of tears,
I wrote a poem for you.
I wrote of another dream,
a dream that perhaps,
in 2030,
you might lift the World Cup
beside your elder son..
Perhaps it was only a dream.
Perhaps it was only a father's hope
speaking through the heart of a poet.
But I still keep that hope.
Because hope does not always ask
whether a dream is possible..
Sometimes hope simply says:
"Believe."
And now they speak of farewell.
But how can there be a farewell
to someone who has already
become a part of millions of hearts?
A match may end.
A stadium may fall silent.
A shirt may one day be hung
inside a glass case.
But inspiration
does not retire.
Dreams do not retire.
Love does not retire.
And perhaps your journey
still has pages unwritten.
Your agreement with Miami
may carry you toward other seasons,
other nights,
other goals,
other moments beneath the lights.
And somewhere within that future,
perhaps God may hear
the prayers of those who still believe.
Perhaps one more impossible chapter
is waiting to be written.
Perhaps.
And if it never happens,
your story will still remain
larger than one trophy.
Because you taught us
that greatness can walk quietly..
That a champion can remain humble.
That a superstar can still
look toward the sky
with gratitude.
That a small boy's dream
can travel across oceans
and become a light
for millions.
For me, Messi,
you were inspiration.
You are inspiration.
And you remain hope.
When I close my eyes at night,
before sleep carries me away,
my mind still sees,
your left foot,
the ball finding the net,
the stadium exploding,
your eyes turning toward heaven,
that flying kiss,
and a man standing quietly
beneath the greatest noise
the world can make.
In a world where, sometimes,
truth seems to walk barefoot
while lies appear
to be wearing golden shoes,
I search for something real.
And there you are....
Football becomes my heartbeat.
Your journey becomes a reminder
that goodness can survive,
that humility can survive,
that perseverance can survive,
that dreams can survive,
even when the world around us
feels polluted by deception,
narrow minds,
division,
and despair.
So, dear Messi,
if October 6 is called a farewell,
let me call it something else.
Let me call it
the beginning of eternity.
Because a farewell belongs
to the body.
Not to the inspiration.
Not to the memories.
Not to the dreams.
Not to the love
that millions have placed
inside their hearts.
One day, long after our voices
have disappeared into history,
perhaps a child somewhere
will watch an old video of you..
a little boy
holding a football,
eyes shining,
dreaming of becoming
someone who can change the world
with nothing but a ball
and a beautiful heart.
And perhaps that child
will ask:
"Who was Messi? "
And the answer will travel
through generations:
He was not only a footballer.
He was a dream
that learned to walk.
He was humility
inside greatness.
He was hope
inside disappointment.
He was a light
for those who needed one.
He was the boy
who never stopped believing.
And perhaps,
beyond the final whistle,
beyond the stadium lights,
beyond the trophies,
beyond our generation,
beyond time itself,
Messi will remain.
Not merely in football.
Not merely in history.
But in the heartbeat
of everyone who once believed
that an impossible dream
could still become beautiful.
So let the world honour you
on October 6.
Let the stadium rise.
Let the children smile.
Let the flags wave.
Let millions of hearts
beat together.
And let one quiet prayer
rise beyond the clouds:
Dear God,
if there is one more beautiful chapter
for this humble man to write,
please let him write it.
And if not,
let the world remember
that he already gave us
something greater than a farewell:
he gave us hope.
And as long as one heart
somewhere on this Earth
still believes,
the story of Messi
will never end.
Not tonight.
Not tomorrow.
Not in 2030.
Not with the final whistle.
Not at the end of our lives.
Perhaps not even
at the end of the world.
Because some dreams
do not belong to time.
They belong to eternity...