The locker room smells nasty,
And my gym shoes smell like feet.
My socks smell like they’re made of cheese
Or spoiled rotten meat.
The toilets are all backed up,
And the floors are soaking wet.
The stench around the benches
Is from everybody’s sweat.
The shower stalls are moldy.
All the uniforms are stiff.
The air reeks of deodorant;
I dare you—take a whiff!
I’m not the smartest person,
But I know this much is true:
Instead of calling it P.E.
It should be called P.U.
-Neal Levin
sachi dosti me har ek naya rishta mil jata hai
प्यार को मत समझो पूरा उसका पहला अक्षर ही है अधूरा
Until' The End
this lazy hand supposed to be writinga poem of lovethat is never endinga bright tomorrow built by dreamseaten by the nightmareof this world so realhide the truth but never the painof a knife keep
True Love & True Friendship
You're the one I most admire
wo dot kahan gum gay
ना जाने वो दोस्त कहां गुम हो गया जिसको सब कुछ बता दिया करता था,
If I Were To Write A Poem
If I were to write a poem,
I wish...
I wish to die,
Dosti Ka Rishta
CHAND KO DEKHKAR
Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,
Tumhari Sau Galtiyan
Respect Your Love
