My Better Version

By Nazma Begam

Isn't it easy to purify endless river

water?

So, why it seems difficult to grow

better?

Can't I just clear up all the marks,

And be bright like the fiery sparks?

Can't I get control over my mind,

Leaving all the distractions behind?

Sometimes, even the moon looks

dark,

And the air feels rough, like a tree

bark.

I wish for the upcoming stages to

reduce

Unnecessary complaints and any

kind of excuse,

To get hold over my emotions and

anger,

And all the webbed emotions to get

stronger.

Are my thoughts puzzled, or is it my

heart?

Like the thirsty one gets illusions in

the desert.

Can't I stop my lost steps wandering,

And move to a straight path, wisely

leading?

I don't know the perfect beginning,

But expect an end with no guilt

piercing.

I am unaware of the rising dawn

sight,

But dream, for I want a morning

light.

Hope, it's possible to be perfect,

Leading to a life without any regret.

Maybe I can certain my direction,

And so, I can be my better version.

By Nazma Begam