Gym Class

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

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

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Secret Love

I love you so much.

Please never doubt this is true.

But I'm having such

CHEHRE PE KITABO SE JYADA LIKHA HAI

GIRNA BHI ACHHA HAI 

OUKA KA PATA CHALTA HAI

BADTE HAI JUB HATH UTHANE KO&nb

jeevan isi ka naam hai

 

Is vishad viddh-prahaar mein

 

Kisko nahi behna pada

na hi pyaar badla hai or na hi jazbad

ना ही दिल बदला है मेरा,

ना ही मेरे ज़�

I'll Be There

I'll be there for you no matter what.

I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba

MANANE KI KHWAHISH HO YA NA HO

र लगता है तुम्हें बताने में वो जो हमा�

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

IS KADAR KIYA TUNE

की अब जो इस कदर किया तूने नाचार है,

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DIL NE CHHUPA DI MOHABBAT

Bichadi pyaar ki dhadkaney Aankhon mein nami de

Bandh raahon ki uljhan Jeene na de

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