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?