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

kismat ki baat hai

Kismat kismat ki baat hai

Jab se mila hu tujhse,

Tu mere sath hai

Kismat

Friendship

We have been friends for not so long

We've learned to trust and shared a song

We

Only A Dream

I'm living in my little world.

I'm happy there, it's okay.

It's much more fun tha

desh ki mitti

देश की माटी देश का जल

हवा देश की दे�

Kiss Of Love

You sing,

I smile,

"I get a kick out of you,"

You sing still,

And

Home Alone

My family's gone; there's no one home.

It's only me who's home alone.

I shouldn't

I Am Always There - You're Never Alone

When you're feeling down and blue,

And life is being cruel to you,

Just remember

sab mere karmo ka fal hai

Tere jaisa yaar kahan

 

Kahan tere jaisa yarana..

 

Yaa

KYA YEH ZARURI HAI

क्या यह जरूरी है कि मेरे हाथों में

hum dono hamesha dost rahenge

हर सुख दुःख में, साथ साथ जीया करते थे।<