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

If
If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,<

The One....

You're the one for me

'cause you were made just for me.

Now I'm standing in front

KYA DIN THE BATCH PAN KE

Hum se hamara bachpn chhinne tub jawani ati hai,

Sirf yaden chhod jati hai sari khushiyan

A Dream within a Dream
Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You ar

The Reason Why I Love You

Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,

When I see you wal

HAR PANNE PAR

बस हमने तुम्हरा ही गाना गुनगुनाया है<

The Feeling Of Emptiness

I look into a broken mirror,

I seek to see why I am still living.

when I look aro

AANKHON ME NAZAR AATA HAI

तेरी आँखों में नज़र आता है स्वप्न मेरा

HINDUSTAN KHATRE MEIN HAI

ना मस्जिद खतरे में है, ना मंदिर खतरे म�

The Kiss That Was

have you ever had a kiss

that took you on a bliss

and left you with shaking knees