Gym Class
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16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by
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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
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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