Duel

In the evening there are two guys Climbing up the top of two hills Target on another with their pistols It’s a duel and only nature is the viewer Along with the setting sun and open sky. What will happen, who will die? Nature is waiting to see eagerly Probably it forgets to breathe, They target one another Keeping finger upon the trigger One… Two… Three… Both they fire together Closing their eyes What happens? Who dies? Both they cry loudly, opening eyes ‘Damn! Mistake to load the gun Next day again, ok brother?’ Since last week They’ve been trying to kill one another.