You Are Still You , Let Her Be Herself

She danced in the rain,
Perhaps that’s why you now love the rain.
She came to you as a dream,
Maybe that’s why you cherish your dreams.

Because she was a daydream, not a reality,
Now you find comfort in insomnia.

She is still a dream to you—
The dearest, the most precious,
A mirror reflecting sorrow.

You still see the colors of life in her smile,
Perhaps that’s why, even after all this time,
You haven’t forgotten how to smile.
And when you see her,
You greet her with that same smile.

Everything is as it should be,
Those feelings still inspire you.
You wish her no harm.
You remain yourself,
And let her be herself.

You only hope relationships stay untainted—
That no one is ever consumed by the flames of revenge.

✍️ © Mottakinur Rahman