Battles Poem by Rajesh Gurung

My friend falls
hit by an enemy’s bullet
Crying out my name as he stalls
to a lifeless wreck

amongst the dead and the dying
fighting for the last breath
wailing,
he stills to an untimely rest

The deafening confusion dissolves
my cry, as he disappears out of sight
Everything around me revolves
and day thickens to night

My gun finds its target
and I wonder, “which is the enemy”,
“The figure I am aiming at
or the one within me? ”

Why do we battle each other
when we have battles raging within
why do we yearn for what’s not ours
when we can be content with what’s given