Whispers Of Lionel Messi Poem by P A Noushad ...

When I step upon the sacred ground
of North America, World Cup 2026,
my heart overflows..
a river unbound by shores..
Grace descends without language,
and I lift a humble kiss to the sky.
O my God, how vast You are.
I do not know, Beloved,
whether a ninth Ballon d'Or awaits me,
or whether the World Cup
will once more rest in my hands.
Yet knowing or not knowing,
both crown me with joy...
For happiness blooms not in trophies alone,
but in the breath of each moment lived fully.
Every second on the grass,
I will give my life's deepest best,
painting memories upon the canvas of football,
strokes of sweat and faith,
so time itself pauses to remember.
When I appear, the stadium rises,
roars like oceans,
applause like thunder made of love...
They call me forward again
on life's endless avenues,
and I walk them with gratitude.
O God, I bow before You,
humbled by the gifts You placed in my hands,
talent shaped by mercy,
destiny softened by devotion.
And to my beloved P. A. Noushad,
scribe of my heartbeat,
who writes the pulse of my victories,
you gather my moments
and set them gently
in the golden letters of time,
among stars that watch until judgment day
and beyond..
With tears of joy, I stand here,
smiling through eternity..
Your Messi,
successful not only in football,
but in life beyond time...