Standing tall in the midst of the stadium
We define the battle part
Our body, heart and mind is willow
Our existence keeps the game apart.
Twins we are... have three dimensions
Off, mid and leg are they
Bells standing on the temple
Ringing when the cherry slay.
Legion of legends have been protecting us
Might and skill - their splendid show
Our security is the prime concern
"The master out her" - all should know.
Alas! We have numerous falls
My greatest enemy - the ball and the bowler
"Oh please stop him"
The next moment - "The sky comes closer".
The poem is being narrated by the wickets used in the game of cricket.