Moving Screens     By Pratibha Anand     They say you can’t   Leave   Footprints   On a moving screen     Like footprints on snow   Before the coming spring   Like footprints on sand   Before the coming tide     They say you can’t   Leave   Footprints   On a moving screen     That this, too, shall Pass     But isn’t Passing a loss?   Of Chances.   Of Opportunities.   Of Lives.     Our hearts are   Moving screens.   Our minds are   Moving screens.     When the movie   That is my life.   Comes to an end.     When my periscope descends   And my window into the world goes black   When I, too, shall Pass.     Will you forget me?   As I have forgotten   Why I write?