I slice my sorrow,
pickle the cutlets,
and closet them in a jar.
When hungry,
I'll have a slice
with pinot noir.
Winter 2009 issue of Concise Delight
Butterfly Dream: Early Morning Chill Haiku by Kanchan Chatterjee
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*English Original*
early morning chill …
a billow of smoke rises
from the fresh pyre
*Ceatrix*, 53, June 2021
Kanchan Chatterjee
*Chinese Translation (T...
