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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AASHIKI ME BASS

आशिकी में है बस दर्द ही दर्द  खुशी क�

ZINDGI KYA EK KITAAB HAI

क्या जिंदगी सच में किताब है

 

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Being A Friend

We have something that holds us together,

Something that made us both better,

Som

hum kuchh kar ke dikhaynge

kas li hai kamar ab to kuchh kar ke dikhaynge

aazad hi ho lenge,yaa sar hi kaat denge

My Friend Hope

I have an invisible friend

Who guides me through dark and pain.

She always tells

samaaj ki bate

भारत क्यों तेरी साँसों के, स्वर आहत स�

Our Love Story

You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat

I knew in an instant we were destined to

Love Sits On My Shoulder

Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.

It tells me how you love me and the word

humara bachpan

Wo bachapan achha tha

Ye jawaani haar gai School k din ache the

Ye college ki eng

DEEWANE HO GAY

Jinki yaad mein hum dewane ho gaye,

Wo hum hi se begaane ho gaye.

Shayad unhe tal