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

KHUL GAYI HO JAISE KISMAT

कैसी उठी है दिल में, शरारत नई-नई…२

tu jo kehde khuda se

Tu jo keh de to khuda se bhi, lad jaye hum

Teri khushi ke liye marna pade, mar jaye hum

CHAND KO DEKHKAR

Chand Ko Dekhkar Bhi Subha Nhi Hoti,

Dard Ka Pinjar Bna Hai, Mera Suna Janha,

Kit

desh bhakti

जहाँ डाल-डाल पर सोने की चिड़िया करती �

HINDUSTAN KHATRE MEIN HAI

ना मस्जिद खतरे में है, ना मंदिर खतरे म�

Holi - Prem ki !!
Aao Aao, Yahan sabh aao
dekho kaisey khel raha
natkhat nand laal yahan
chupke se chura raha

My Life...

The things I've seen will scar me for life.

Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o

Life Doesn't Frighten Me

Shadows on the wall

Noises down the hall

Life doesn't frighten me at all

kuch dost purane yaad ate hai

मैं यादों की किताब खोलू तो कुछ हंसते �

I Couldn't Pretend

Friends indeed,

Together we will succeed.

Our dreams will come true,

Fore