With the feet of gold and hand of God
In a shantytown this lad was born
Not kites to fly but goals to maraud
Dreams are holy vows to be sworn!

Since he spun his magic with the ball
His glory could not hold back time
Whose graffitis blared out from every wall
“Panache has found its new paradigm!”

The world indeed now spun at his feet
When angel found his newfound lust
Downfall was as sour as triumph was sweet
Yet his legacy’s myth refused to rust!

A legend will outlive his age
From the boy who believed in his persona
To the woe and awe he left world to gage
“How Diego Lost To Maradona … !”

© 2020 Vikas Chandra