Title— the final encounter
8:45 AM
The sun had just slipped off from it's cover,
and the birds chirping.
Diksha; a girl with ambitions; carved by an ideology
An ideology to conquer,
To dominate.
She was preparing for the final battle—
The battle of words, of the debate,
Which she had always dreamt of winning,
against her biggest threat, an old man.
As she walked by the riverside,
she found an old man sitting—
The one whom she vowed to defeat.
The only one who challenged her ideas.
She moved closer,
and placed her hands on his shoulders.
And then—
He fell to the ground.
His breath was gone.
She checked his pulse, too gone.
And at that time, she realised that the one,the only one
Whom she hated the most,
was dead.
She felt a strange feeling—
Feeling one can't express.
She screamed, cried like never before.
And at that moment, the woman inside the mask revealed—
A nourisher, a nurturer, a pillar of simplicity.
"She lost her rival, but instead of losing him, she won"
Besides her was the man.
The dead man that shaped the world forever.
In the blink of a moment,
a folded page slipped off from his hands.
On it was written—
I tried to change the world;
But in this process,
I failed myself
.....
Written by
The Anonymous
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
Title— the final encounter
8:45 AM
The sun had just slipped off from it's cover,
and the birds chirping.
Diksha; a girl with ambitions; carved by an ideology
An ideology to conquer,
To dominate.
She was preparing for the final battle—
The battle of words, of the debate,
Which she had always dreamt of winning,
against her biggest threat, an old man.
As she walked by the riverside,
she found an old man sitting—
The one whom she vowed to defeat.
The only one who challenged her ideas.
She moved closer,
and placed her hands on his shoulders.
And then—
He fell to the ground.
His breath was gone.
She checked his pulse, too gone.
And at that time, she realised that the one,the only one
Whom she hated the most,
was dead.
She felt a strange feeling—
Feeling one can't express.
She screamed, cried like never before.
And at that moment, the woman inside the mask revealed—
A nourisher, a nurturer, a pillar of simplicity.
"She lost her rival, but instead of losing him, she won"
Besides her was the man.
The dead man that shaped the world forever.
In the blink of a moment,
a folded page slipped off from his hands.
On it was written—
I tried to change the world;
But in this process,
I failed myself
.....
Written by
The Anonymous
This poetry is about revealing the true identity of a human which ***** masks in daily life.
I have just created a mystery. Why?
I have just referred this to you, to think about it.