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

chandan se kum nahi hai mati hamare desh ki

To Harriet
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?

Never Give Up

Never give up,

Never give in.

Move onward and upward with strength from within.

YUN ZINDGI KE KHWAB DE GAYA

यूँ जिन्दगी के ख्वाब दिखा गया कोई,

Losing Touch

 

 It was about friendship

Changing perceptions, losing touch

M

To My Kindred Spirit

We share secrets, we laugh and even cry,

We have so much in common,

Concern

Not a disappointment

Like sea waves, love always move toward great heights,
My Bestest Friend

The distance between you and I
Is only a heartbeat away,
For you and I dwell in each ot

MAN SE SWIKAR

एक पहल रिश्ते की ओर (कविता का शीर्षक )

HAR KHUSHI DOSTO KE SATH

हर ख़ुशी तकलीफ, साथ साथ जिया करते थे