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

hamara desh khush nasib

खुशनसीब होते हैं वो लोग….!! जो इस देश

Dream to Live

 

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

Journey Of Changing Life

Life is a long-distance journey

With ups and downs,

Twist and turns,

With

hum chalna chahte hai

hum raah ko badalna nahi chahte,

raah ko hum banana chahte hai.......

jo khud pad

Bhut log juda hote hai ... to kya jeena chor de >_

Bhut log juda hote h,

ek tum bhi shi...

Ab itni si baat pe,

kya jeena cho

BAS THODI DER

बस थोड़ी सी देर के लिए तुम्हारा मुझसे �

This Is Giving Up

So I guess I could lie and say I tried,

But the truth I can't deny,

I loved you,

EK BAAR HIMAT JUTAYA BHI

एक बार हिम्मत जुटाया भी

लेकिन मात �

KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI

इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती

hausla khud aa jayega..

Bus yahi dua mangi thi bhagwaan se,

 

Dena mujhe hausna ladne ka insaan se,<