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

Hame to Apno Ne Luta....!!!!
अरे हमें तो अपनों

I’m Going to Be Famous

I’m going to be famous!

I’m going to be great!

For every award

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maa sine se laga dil ko rahat de

हम सबको अकेला तू क्यों छोड़ गयी

अपन�

Thinking Of You

I always think of you.

In my sleep,

in my dreams,

I always think of you.<

jaisa bhi hai mera sachcha yar hai tu

Sach bol raha hun dost.. Dhyan se padhna,

 

mere dil ka guitar hai tu,

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,

such me tumhen koi fark nahi padta

tumhen such me koi fark nahi padta 

mere hone ya na hone se 

billkul bu

Brown Eyes

I've always used words to describe him

In my mind.

I guess that's why I've found

agar tum hame milte to kya tumhe ehsas hota

KABHI DHOOP TO KABHI CHHAON

कभी धूप कभी छाया है

कभी सत्य कभी मा