Merely a turn from Muscat’s old city center that was, a well-lit bazaar;
here merchants were busy selling their goods, I saw lots of showing and telling,
some people eager for the shopkeeper to show their stuff, some already bargaining,
while some simply sat there or just walked away…
Here I happened to see a elderly shopman, marked by his green turban and furry beard.
He’s gone way deep into his old age, but I feel at times shaky
though he looked verily animated, stern and active with the shoppers…