Everything on earth has an expiry.
Everything…everyone…one has to let go of.
The rise of the sun is poised for its set.
The day is set up for night.
It is the law of Nature.
It is inviolable, friends.
But still Messi, don’t go away.
Your legs call all the shots.
They are the master of dodges.
They run a magic.
The ball dances to the tune
Your legs play with a precision profound.
Dream remains a dream mostly.
Seldom does it come true.
There are some
Who make it. And History remembers
Those with a bowed head.
Lionel Messy, you make the world
Believe that dream is not a word,
But a vow to live for, to die for.
The World Cup may dazzle
When you hold it up. It’s momentary.
What stays on in everyone’s mind
Is your solo run with a smile
After the ball crashes the net
With a poignant bulge,
Beating a helpless defence
And a gasping goal-keeper.
Let the world go to war;
Let the bombs explode;
Let the charred buildings stand
In eerie silence amidst mangled bodies.
Lionel Messy, play on and on.
Drunk in your lilting left foot dribble
The pain of devastation may go a-drift.
Time needs you, mesmerising Messy..
Give a healing touch
To the world badly messed up
With your ballet-like artistry.
Kabhi alvida na kahna, Lionel Messi……