The POV of a Cricket Ball

Swisshh! There, I am thrown

Incoming! I am almost there

Ouch, I go flying through the air

The shouting from the giants has grown

A young giant finally holds me

He's going nuts for sure

The crowd is waiting, waiting for more

Oh! How I wish I could be free!

Going, coming, here and there

Instead of always getting hurt

and giants rubbing me on their shirt

Oh! How I wish, no one cared

But this, my friends, is my destiny

It is what I am made for

This problem of mine? Has no cure

Very well, at least I help shape history.

There. Its been almost a month since I posted a new poem. Whose point of view do you think this is? Here's a hint: Only a small thing would call something bigger a giant! Do let me know in the comments below. The one who gets it correct, gets a feature in one of my upcoming poems!!! 

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