A Duel Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Fourteen paces apart
They stood face to face
The place was Belvedere
In death's close embrace!

It was morn at half past five
Air thick in rivalry
On stake was hung two life
They were bitter enemy!

As it lies all evil's root
False ego and vain pride
Squabble and dispute
Demons men can't hide!

That hour was eerily lull
Birds stopped to chirp in trees
As glistened the two pistols
And none could afford to miss!

Damp was the August clime
Time perched on rested wing
Zeroed in the scheduled time
Broke out the starter's ring!

Francis fired first
But preordained was fate
Though loud went the burst
He badly missed target!

Pierced his powder's stings
This time was there no miss
Found his mark Hastings
Fell to the ground Francis!

He muttered I'm a dead man
Hastings ran to the spot
Uttering as he ran
Good God I hope not!

The day turned golden bright
Mist of smoke dispersed
Revealed the glorious sight
How his enemy Hastings nursed!