In English we say, 

A fabric that’s at least six yards long, worn by Indian women. 

In poetry we say, 

A fabric that carries memories and fragrance

Of our grandmother and mother. 

A fabric that is our solace, 

Giving us warmth. 

A fabric that sniffles with us in our tears, 

And chuckles with us in our laughter. 

A fabric that’s woven with passion, 

And conveys stories of the weavers.

A fabric that sings to the traditional tunes, 

Is our companion through our rituals. 

Six-yards, nine-yards or ten-yards,

No matter the length, sari is an emotion.

A fabric, that’s my identity, 

A fabric that I drape with pride, 

My very own Sari. 

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