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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muskurate raho

Tum Sada Muskurate Raho Yeh Tamanna Hai Humari,
Brown Eyes

I've always used words to describe him

In my mind.

I guess that's why I've found

WO YAAD ATE HAI DIL MEIN

Woh yaad aaye bhulate bhulate,

dil ke zakham ubhar aaye chhupate chhupate,

sikhay

bat hai yeh kon jo hoti nahi

जो कभी अपने समय को यों बिताते है नहीं

DOSTI KA RISHTA

कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,

बडाह�

This One's For You
This one's for you...
You've always been there for me
You knew when I was hurting
You helpe

For A Friend Who Helped Me

A person who will listen and not condemn,

Someone on whom you can depend.

They wi

EKTHALIME KHANA KHAY

Main Muslim Hoon, Tu Hindu Hai, Hain Dono Insaan,

Laa Main Teri Geeta Parh Lun, Tu Parh L

Sometimes Life Is Hard

Sometimes we see things that aren't meant to be seen.

Sometimes things aren't always as t

A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand