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

Quite possibly

To laugh often and much;

To win the respect of intelligent people

and the affecti

Look Inside Of Me

I'm happy when you look at me.

A smile is what you see,

But what would you get

You Are The One

 

You are the one I love with all my might..

You are the one I’m think

AKELE THE HUM OR AKELE HI RAHENGE

AKELE THE HUM OR AKELE HI RAHENGE 

JAYENGE........DOGE TUM BHI SAATH 

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Yara Mera Desh

 

यारा प्यारा मेरा देश,

सजा –

KUB HOGA UJIYARA

जीना हो तो मरना सीखो गूँज उठे यह नारा -

TIMES OF GRIEF
A day it came, a day it went
Pain and cry, all left in grief
Scar it made, it hides behind

The Tyrants
The tyrants are on the loose again;
They hate all but their own.
They give their lives to kill

Keep Safe...

No more shaking hands.

Don't touch your face.

Never stand too close

In a

Save Me
You can't stop it
I'm going to die
Too young
Too wise
No freedom
No speech
Without