Magasthenes’ Touch

In the outskirts of Mecca
Was a magical city, Rubecca
Cottages had wings to fly
Only within the city they could ply
Scarcity was a word unknown to them
And were prosperous within their realm
News of the city spread far and wide
But those who set foot immediately died
Alas! None can escape a calamity
And plague invaded Rubecca city
Selfish were the physicians, and without any pity
Fled with fear away from the city
As things worsened, a Mecca man
Entered the magical city with a fan
Miracle of miracles, he didn’t die
And didn’t get the plague, either, oh my
He walked the town, with utmost ease
With his fan, Magasthenes
As he fanned the sick, they revived
Jumping from their death beds and thus survived
The city bowed their heads down
Glorifying the man, unknown
All the Rubbacians arranged a feast
To honor the man, who could so well treat
But the Mecca man wasn’t found
Even after the people’s woeful sound
The subjects were ever enthralled
And Magasthenes’ touch, it came to be called

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