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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DHARA SE DOOR CHAND

दूर धरा से चाँद को निहारती 

होकर

jiwant mera prem saans leta hai

उसकी हर बात घोलती है मेरे कानों में अ

Enjoy Life!

Life's too short to be wasted.

It passes just once, so make the most out of it.

L

Lovers
You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to b

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

TUMHARE KHWAB

Tumhare khwabon mein..

Aasra mil gaya hai..

Tumhare ehsaas ne..

Manzil di

such me tumhen koi fark nahi padta

tumhen such me koi fark nahi padta 

mere hone ya na hone se 

billkul bu

mukti diwas

धन्य आज का मुक्ति-दिवस, गाओ जन-मंगल,

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ve kar jise sakte nahi

हो गये एक आन में उनके बुरे दिन भी भले

AAJ AAYI HO TO

आज आई हो तो बस कह दो कि तुम वो बातें पू

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