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

Kuch Yaaden Dosti Ke Lamho Ki

 

 

Kuch yaadein hain un lamho ki,

 

jin lamho me

I Love You

 

I don't know what it is exactly about you girl,

That has me completely for

Is It Enough

 

When we converse, it's just surface stuff;

We say some words, but is it en

zindgi me khush rahe

aapki zindgi me ye mayne nahi rakhta ki,

aapne zindgi ko kitna jiya,

balki maayne

Simpler Times

Take me back to those simpler times

When all I sang were nursery rhymes,

When ste

dard ko kisne dekha hai

Mere dard ko kisne dekha hai,

jisne dekha hai mujhe haste dekh hai,

akser rota ha

JIS DESH ME GANGA BEHTI HAI

जिस देश में गंगा बहती है

कुछ लोग जो

A Time To Talk

When a friend calls to me from the road

And slows his horse to a meaning walk,

I

My Big Fat Cat

I own a big fat cat-

The fattest for miles around.

Wherever there's lots of food,

Aate hai farishtey bankar

Aate hai farishtey bankar,

Rehte hai har waqt haath thamkar,

Milta Hai anmol dost