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

karne lage hai hum khud se pyar

Zindagi ne, is kaddar, kiya hai,  bas vaar

Bina koi,  churee,  ya koi,&nbs

AAG KI BHIKH

धुँधली हुईं दिशाएँ, छाने लगा कुहासा,

Love Is...

I believe that love is loyalty.

It will always have your back.

It will bravely st

desh bhakti geet

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में ह

Happy Birthday, Sister

Once a year we celebrate

with stupid hats and plastic plates

the fact that you we

MERE DESH KI AANKHEN

झुकी कमर सीधी की

माथे से पसीना पोछ�

I am nothing without you

You are the meaning of my life
You are the dreams of my thoughts
You are the lyrics of

A Pretty Woman
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers,
And the blue eye
Dear and dewy,
And that infantine fre

A Life In Progress

Fear is loud and bossy.

She can be vicious at times.

And the worst of it is that<

I Can't Help Myself

When I see you standing there... Did you even notice me?

I sit in class and you're on my