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

To One in Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,

Pyar Ne Sharabi Kar Diya

 

उसने होठो से छू कर दरिया का पानी

TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind

YE DIL MERA TUJH PAR

दिल के इस दर्द को क्या अंजाम दूँ

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When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And

Discovery
Man and matchstick
Cast nearly in the same mould
Both unaware
Of their flair
Till
Ru

SACH HO YA NA HO

साथ हमारा हो ना हो,लेकिन मिलना तो बस म�

Our Friendship

I met you as a stranger, then took you as my friend.

Our friendship is something that wil

zindagi jina bhl gaya

कब सपनों के लिए,

सपनों का घर छोड़ द�

JO JISE MILA HUMNE WAHI SIKHA

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