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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KYA HAI ZINDGI

शून्य में निहारते आसमान को देख कर भूल

ajnabee the or ajnabee hai

मेरी आँखो का हर आँसू तेरे प्यार की नि�

Dil me teri muhabbat

Dil me teri muhabbat ka kalma bar bar padta hoon

Dil ki es diwar par tera naam likhta hoo

ZINDAGI KI SAFAR ME MILE

दो ओस की बूंद जैसे,जिंदगी के सफ़र में म�

Always Marry An April Girl

Praise the spells and bless the charms,

I found April in my arms.

April golden, A

SO JAUN ME FIR SE SAPNO ME

देर सवेर फिर से भोर हो गई,

रातों की �

A Summer Song
When as the rye reach to the chin,
And chopcherry, chopcherry ripe within,
Strawberries swimmi

You - When you are sad

When you are sad,
and you feel you can't go on.
Tears well in your eyes
and the pa

jeevan isi ka naam hai

 

Is vishad viddh-prahaar mein

 

Kisko nahi behna pada

Uljha-sa aaj mein hue

Zindagi hansne-gaane ka naam hai,

Hans kar palon ko jiye ja,

Gaakar gamon ko piye