pulling me
to the centre
is the force
from the earth's core
when my life
loses its drive
when the desires
mismatches the deeds
to be done with no heed
when the begging bowl
is empty at the dusk
and the clueless heart
beats upon the humdrums
when the ties of love
tired withdrew
and knots of bondage
knives into you
weightless life goes
beyond gravity
beyond the control of the self
impelled by pinching abnormality............
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I would like to translate this poem
never ever lose hope in life, the whirl gig of time will heal all wounds, nice write