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

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Lagta hai us se mohabbat hone lagi hai 

Uski yaado mein ratein guzaar deta hoon 

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sachi dosti

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जो ह�

Hope Behind The Shadows Of Pain
In some others pretty eyes
There's a great painful disguise
Disguise that dressed their lonely

Tera intezaar hai

Naram labon ki jo chhooe hai dastak

Pehloo me koi gulzar hai

Fir hai Mohabbat us

I'll Be There

I'll be there for you no matter what.

I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba

WO REHTE HAI IS KADAR

Wo ruthe hain is kadar manayein kaise

Jazbaat apne dil ke dikhayein kaise

Narm eh

Har aansu mera ek shola hai

Dard apne dil ka humne

Ek arse ke bad khola hai

Bas bat ye alag hai

Ke da

Kataar lagaye baithe hai..

Is duniya me agar kuch karna hai,

Apni marzi ki karna tu.

Ho safal agar to baat h

PYAAR EK SHABAD BHARA

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