as inspired by Ka Allan Fernandez, my former BEM tagapagturo ca. '97, who asked about my pseudonym for not using it again
and here goes the message for myself
Give break young blood Marchan
leave your pseudonym, Jetfellow, as amateur poet
even it was published before
be proud of to use given real name
since birth it had been you
in stretching out your fame
I want you to be remembered
somewhere else
until the eyes of the world sees
your feet to where it have been nailed
It's my face, the shadowed twin of your face
staring at your pen
starting from your wounded childhood years
wrinkled and old
stuck and frozen in a hole of ice
melting before recognition rites
push ahead again
carry out your dreams
to be a poet of your style
breaking the face of soundproof crowds
full of cheers and boos
as they emote your touching lines of verses
shallow and deep
Today I see, you seem a newborn infant
rebirth from refreshing womb of art
with promising twin of wisdom
awaken reader's fate
I am begging you my own self
quit not again as you'd been done before
as you move closer
to the nearly-opened door
of success
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem