Tears On The Pitch, Glory In His Steps.. Lionel Messi Poem by P A Noushad ...

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,
and grace, too vast for words, surrounds me.
I lift a trembling kiss toward the heavens
and whisper into eternity:
How infinite You are, my God.
I do not know, O Keeper of my days,
whether a ninth golden crown shall find my name,
or if the World Cup shall once again
sleep within my arms.
Yet knowing or unknowing
are but shadows before Your light,
for my heart rejoices all the same,
complete, surrendered, free....
Each breath upon that sacred field
I offer as devotion...
Each step becomes a vow,
each touch a prayer..
I will paint moments not with color alone,
but with sacrifice, silence, and fire,
etching memory upon the living canvas of football,
so time itself kneels to remember.
When I emerge, the earth awakens,
stadiums thunder like ancient seas,
voices rise as hymns,
hands clap as if calling destiny by name.
They lift me once more
along the endless avenues of life,
and I walk them gently,
clothed in gratitude.
O God, I bow before Your mystery.
You placed stardust in my veins
and humility in my soul.
These gifts are Yours,
I am merely their keeper,
a servant of the game You love...
And to my beloved P. A. Noushad,
faithful guardian of my unseen heartbeat,
who writes the pulse of my journey,
you gather fleeting moments
and crown them with eternity,
engraving them in golden letters of time,
where stars stand witness
until judgment day
and beyond.
Now tears of joy fall like blessings,
and through them I smile,
Your Messi,
walking beyond victory and defeat,
successful not only in football,
but in the sacred art of living,
beyond time,
beyond end.........