Summer ’68

We wrote our own history

in an illegible script

with broken pencils

borrowed from empty classrooms;

We lit our fuses

with spent matches

discarded by all our yesterdays;

We sat and contemplated

the gathering gloom,

dark and heavy as velvet

shrouding the sun

that once shone on our

marching charging afternoons

along boulevards that we filled

with their peculiar fragrance

of tear gas and petrol.

 

Footnote:-

It’s 50 years since ” Street Fighting Man ” was recorded by the Rolling Stones during the portentous summer of 1968.

3 thoughts on “Summer ’68

  1. Nalini Srivastava

    Poem recreated for me the days before I was even form,the precious sweltering days of summer of 68 when a different history was penned down.

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  2. Dr. Swati A Gadgil

    Louis , Summer 68…a vivid description ….very touching….travelled in past with you !

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