The heavens were probably celebrating,
That God was going to adorn
The world with His choicest blessing,
The day when you were born.
The fair Aphrodite, herself bore
You down to this despairing world.
No less, a queen of holy shores,
You’re exotic Venus impearled.
Majestic is your lovely gait,
Radiance is your name,
Modesty, your trait innate,
You put the best to shame.
Let happiness wrap your heart,
And love fill your way,
And sorrows all forever depart,
Today, on your birthday.
Blue sky’s turning black,
Monsoon’s come.
Haunting memories are back, tonight,
Past ghosts hum.
The days we did rejoice,
Are now long gone.
I crave to hear your voice tonight,
Atleast a groan.
Thunder’s cracking loud,
The lightnings blind,
But the silence drowns these sounds, tonight,
That you’ve left behind.
I curse death’s evil mind,
That circumstance,
I wish I could rewind, that night,
Get another chance.
It’s time to end the strife,
I’m going through,
It’s hard to live my life, tonight,
I’m coming to you.
The juggernaut rolls on n on,
Never stopped even by the hardest wall,
The greatest team of this aeon,
Hail these Gods of Football!!
Behold Villa, the goal-harbinger,
Xavi, the symphony’s orchestrator,
Andres Iniesta, ever the smarter,
And a little of Busquets, the actor. [:P]
The beautiful game, beautifully played,
By these artists, though shackled by chains,
A masterpiece, they always presented,
Never relented, through troubles and pains.
Fancied Oranjes came on a roll,
Determined to leave La Roja unnerved,
But rose the captain, undaunted, and stole,
The sweet victory, so richly deserved.
The tears of joy, said it all,
Wrongs amended, decades tall,
Their names etched in Fame’s hall,
Hail these Gods of Football!
