Dear friends, Hope you are having a good week. Last thursday (2/5) I attended a screening of 
some short films by American university students who had spent a semester (or year?) at the 
Prague film school. This poem was inspired by one of them. While the movie itself was rather 
amateurish, (perhaps because this is their first attempt?) it had some interesting images. The first 
few lines of this poem describe those images. The rest of it are my musings, provoked by those 
images, about our efforts to find permanence in life and also our relationship with nature. Hope 
you enjoy reading it.
Yours,
Sankar
 
Nature’s pen
2/10/2009
Letters carved on a rock
Nestled in the grass
Bring memories of his beloved.
He tries to fight them. 
Tears cannot bring them back.
Time has no mercy.
What is gone is gone.
Or is it? 
Does she not live in him?
 
In this cradle of nature
These letters 
Try to claim the rock.
Yet with time
Nature writes her own story,
Reclaiming the rock.

Or does she?
Are we not nothing
If we are not
Nature’s pen?