Imprisoned Dust
Particles of dust have comforted you for too long, a friendship beyond touch/ Within each of these comforters, your name they recall/ You’re alone in your prison, so tightly, this dust you clutch/ It has comforted your grandfathers; it still carries their scent/ To remember your origin, this dust, heavily you retouch/ You’ve arisen in this barren sand as the one mighty that holds patience in his hand/ You’ve created mountains that embrace your burdens; we’ve never seen such/ Every relation yearns for your care, you’re Musa al-Kathim; the greatest prisoner/ Not even the sky knew it was possible to love and yearn for you this much/ Can you handle this weight? You’ve been in prison, limited-yet we only see you flourish/ This dust that you lay upon wails at your pain, but greatness came from your hutch/ In your cage, all warmth came from this sand-all that was near you bent towards you/
