Tribute to thee dear Diego,
Tribute to your Godly game.
You were the captain of all,
Forward, midfielder, coach,
Hero, villain, king, and God.
All the eyes were focussed,
On your strong calf muscles,
Sprinting all over the ground.
You made the ball aggressive,
Made it violent like a storm,
Like an erupted volcano, you,
Made the change, world followed.
In the streets of Bunes Aires,
The boy was dejected by elites.
But you could prove it false,
By the meaning of number ten,
Topscorer and the best player.
The ball and your body showed,
Real magic of synchronisation.
The prey of cruel tackling,
Aim of man to man handling,
They had a plan only for you,
Brutally kicked, blocked and,
They enjoyed sadistic pleasure.
But you rose to the position of,
The great messiah of football,
The ball was to you a true lover,
Often you lifted it your chest,
Softly tickled around and kissed.
You formed the one man army, lead,
The beautiful array on the grass,
Balance, strength, speed, calculation,
The romantic touch of Gods own hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem