I am words Exactly six of them Drugged like a mask Stuck within a sentence. I am claustrophobic So i keep choking Every now And every then Between erased blank spaces in a busy train. I am a song Not written Clumsy in bits With punctuations missing. I am a dangling pen Dwindling in hands Pressed hard on a paper Burnt where edges touch The brewing coffee. I am all- A sleeping old man in a crowded bus, A woman lost in her children's room. I am a poet And I am her Poetry.