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

AANKHE JAGA NAHI KARTI

चूड़ियों के बीच तेरी गुस्से भरी आवाज

If Only She Knew

She has a special way

Of turning around my terrible day.

She makes all the bad th

Standing Alone

I can see the flower upon which my life grows, blooming into a rose.

See the hope an

Har pal tum hi yaad aao

Har pal ne kaha ek pal se…

Pal bhar ke liye aap mere samne aa jao…

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

yahi sahi waqt hai

yahi sahi waqt hai, deshbhaton ke jagne kaa

desh ke liy iske jine-marne kaa

yahi

HOTON PE SACHAI REHTI HI

होठों पे सच्चाई रहती है, जहां दिल में �

What I Love About You

The sparkle in your eye,

The warmth of your skin,

Your breath on my neck

sone ki chidiya

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �

aag abhi bohot see kafi hai

भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत स�