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

Other poetry

Tum chalo dagar pe,

Insan ki dagar par batcho ke,

Yr desh hai tumhara neta to tum ho kal ke,

Duniyan

TUMHARI HAR EK BAAT NIRALI

Tum ho ek anmol angoothi

 

Ya phir uska koi nageena

 

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Farz hai jo umar bhar nibhana hai

सुख-दुख के अफसाने का

ये राज है सदा �

Teri yaado ka december ^_^

Thandi Hawayein Chal Gayi Hai, Aaj Mere Shehar Mein,

Teri Yaadon Ka December Bikhar Sa Ga

First Love

I ne'er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet.

Her face it

IS DHARTI KE TYOHAR

अलबेलों की इस धरती के त्योहार भी हैं �

mea mantar hun

वन्देमातरम गीत नहीं मैं मंत्र हूँ जी�

Aate hai farishtey bankar

Aate hai farishtey bankar,

Rehte hai har waqt haath thamkar,

Milta Hai anmol dost

apna bana gaya tu

yoon zindgi ke khawab dikha gaya tu 

muskurakar apna bana gaya tu

behti hui

pyaar ko jataya nahi jata

pyaar karke koi jatay ye zaruri to nahi

yaad karke koi batay ye zaruri to nahi

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