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

mujhe bhulna mat

भूलना चाहो तो भी याद हमारी आएगी
My India...

 

"Not where the musk of happiness blows,

Not where darkness and fears never

Flirting With Your Eyes

I shuffled down the hallway

Trying to stay out of view

Peeking down the walkway

bill se bahar nikla chuha

मेकअप की दुकान में ,अक्ल पे पगली लगा क�

ae mere watan

ऐ मेरे प्यारे वतन, ऐ मेरे बिछड़े चमन त�

I Am Trying

I know there's something great in me,

Something I struggle to find.

The days and

Under the Harvest Moon
Under the harvest moon,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over garden nights,
Death,

I so loved you

 

I so loved you from the start,

You had a special place in my heart,

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KATTAR LAGAYE BAITHE HAIN

Bas chalta ja tu sahi dagar,

Or peeche kabhi na mudna tu.

Jab pahuchega tu manzil

jiwan ki dhara chalne do
जीवन की धरा को अविरल बहने दो कर्म के पथ