By Shayaan Khusro
In the heart of the Subcontinent
Rests the City of Jewels
That can only be seen at a night
That hides the moon from sight.
It was built by the djinns using
Diamonds, rubies and more gems
To protect their homes from
The pitch-black pools of evil
That await the chance
To swallow the city whole.
The city’s roads are molten gold
That burns through the pits of despair.
They reflect the fiery ones as they travel
To their homes, markets and workplaces.
When the sun rises
Its light blankets the city
And banishes the darkness.
The jewels refract the sunlight
Splitting it into a myriad of colours
That engulfs the city in a mirage
From all ten directions.
The moonlight powers the spell at night.
If a traveller were to arrive here
At a time other than a moonless night,
They would find nothing but concrete ruins,
Cold, silent and eerie,
As if djinns are not celebrating life
Right in front of them.
If they dare step in,
They will fall asleep at one gate
And wake up at the opposite one,
Unaware of what transpired.
Those who enter on a moonless night,
Never return because they are spellbound.
If you wish to catch a glimpse
But don’t want to be enchanted,
Then you must fly above it
On a night bereft of the moon.