His stories they leave minds in confusion
Minds cannot encompass him, can vision?
Ali’s more than just Badr’s victor
He’s thirst for those who love to ponder
He’s the mirror of his own mirror
The opener of doors since Khaybar
I knew him since my eye’s first peek
I spoke him since I knew how to speak
Tears are embarrassed to stroll his cheek
He is eloquence, not just its peak
His virtues leave life’s spirit breathless
63 years knew he was endless
Death understood his age is ageless
Immortal, he isn’t worth less
In understanding him there’s still confusion
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(London – 12/08/13)