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

EK SAINIK NE KYA KHUB KAHA HAI

Ek Sainik Ne Kya Khoob Kaha Hai...

Kisi Gajare Ki Khushbu Ko Mehakta Chhod Aaya Hu,

Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;

pyaar ko jataya nahi jata

pyaar karke koi jatay ye zaruri to nahi

yaad karke koi batay ye zaruri to nahi

ro

Kataar lagaye baithe hai..

Is duniya me agar kuch karna hai,

Apni marzi ki karna tu.

Ho safal agar to baat h

Love Love
When I look back at times

I find you winking at me
making something stir inside

You

HAMARE DIL KE PAAS

Aakhir tum kyu itne dil k paas ho,

Koi to vajah jarur hai, jo tum itne khas ho.

&

WO HAR NAJARIYA

वो हर नजरिया , हमने बदल दिया

जो हमस�

My Promises For You

If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,

painting your rainbows when the rains come.

wo dot kahan gum gay

ना जाने वो दोस्त कहां गुम हो गया जिसक�

Take My Hand

I thought that I was chasing dreams

While I was walking down those fast streams.