And now stands the man at this ‘place’,
One he’s never been to in his days;
On top of his allotted cab he stood,
Making himself look as tall as he could;
He looks around only to lose count,
Even the heavens did the trekkers mount;
A hundred-thousand-plus gyrating his name,
People who loved the man more than his game;
They couldn’t control the crowd, he his emotion,
Confounded crazy was he by this commotion,
The levitation of twin arms did then follow,
Scream the crowd did, forgetting to swallow;
In such a shining moment they didn’t really care,
Hearing the lion roar, right inside his lair!
Except that he couldn’t now, choked was he,
The only one to surface the celebrity sea!
That boys don’t cry, the man did know,
To hide his eye-water, a smile did he show!
Broader than the Amazon, of the land he hailed
From, one that will forever be nailed,
In the hearts of all who showed up to see,
Possibly the greatest star of the century;
He didn’t float; he didn’t sting like a bee,
He just continued being what he is usually;
If timeless be the fame of Lisa and Mona,
Even enduring is that of DIEGO MARADONA…
So miraculously magical is was to see him cry,
One that would last forever, letting time die…
I walk out of the show as I solemnly dream,
That I too am winning such a ream!
‘Well that’s not even as real as it may seem!’
Say I to me, when I rebelliously beam: