Moving Screens


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?



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