When I am not living you will know
It isn't the moment I am dead to my bone
Neither the period I refuse to grow
It isn't when am found hidden or heavily soaked
Roaming without reason along the road
When I am not living if you must know
It isn't a time I am not wealthy but broke
Not the period my blessings got withered or fold
It is a time I'm sound and still standing on my own
But refuses to give people a voice
Till they bid farewell to their soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. So when you are not living, we'll know!