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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shahido ke naam

मज़हब जुदा सही वतन तो एक है, है फूल रंग

YE MATWALI ZINDAGI

आज रात दुख वाली है तो कल दिवाली है,

A Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun

The Hardest Thing I'll Ever Do

The hardest thing I'll ever do

Is let go of you

And look forward instead of back

Forgiveness Is Precious

Some people view forgiveness,

As a virtue for the weak.

An act of Mercy undeserve

The Love I Feel

To hold you close to having you near

To have my breath against your ear

Whisperin

If I Tell You, Will You?

The answer lies true in my heart,

So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?

Or wi

TUM SE MILNE AAYI HUN

क्या मुझसे मिलने आयी हो? कह दो ना तुम,

A Walk With You

Leaves crackle and crunch beneath my feet

as l inhale the air that smells so sweet

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If You Believe Than Achieve

When you proceed,

Some will say it can't be done

And that there is no need

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