"Cloth at the Market Square."

In the bustling market square, where colors collide,
A tapestry of cloth, woven with pride.
From vibrant Ankara to delicate lace,
A symphony of fabrics, a visual embrace.

Each stall tells a story, a tale to be told,
Of cultures and traditions, both new and old.
The merchants, with their friendly smiles,
Display their wares, spanning miles and miles.

The air is filled with scents so sweet,
Of freshly dyed fabrics, a sensory treat.
The sound of bargaining, voices raised,
As buyers and sellers engage in their trade.

From elegant gowns to tailored suits,
The cloth at the market square never dilutes.
Patterns and prints, a kaleidoscope of art,
Captivating eyes, capturing every heart.

The Kente cloth, with its vibrant hues,
Reflects the spirit of Ghana, ancient and true.
The Adire, with its intricate designs,
Tells the story of Nigeria, rich and refined.

Silk from Asia, with its lustrous sheen,
Whispers tales of emperors, of opulence unseen.
Cotton from Egypt, soft and pure,
Embodies comfort and endurance, to be sure.

As the sun sets on the market square,
The cloth tells stories, beyond compare.
Of celebrations and ceremonies, of joy and strife,
A testament to the tapestry of life.

So let this poem be a homage, a tribute,
To the cloth at the market square, resolute.
May it inspire and captivate, in every way,
In this contest of words, where creativity holds sway.