like aurobindo* i fly
free from all baited nets
to shining city so bright
black letters blind sight
and passersby avert glances
at the man standing
in marketplace palms open
with a big clot of blood
spreading over his shirt
where his heart used to be
before he ripped it out
* Sri Aurobindo (1872-1950) ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem