Her husband presented her
a very long blue saree
Since she has been using it for ages
it has many white patches
hither and thither...

When he roared in anger
striking her with a (f)lash
She'd use her grey saree
and weep bitterly...

Her s(u)on would often come and go
He'd give her a reddish orange saree
in which she looks dazzling...

Her daughter'd visit her in the night
with thousands of her grand children
At the time she'd wear a black saree
She'd narrate them many stories
they'd listen curiously with winkle...