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

Live Life.
Life is crazy,
and totally unpredictable...
It's going to push you over,
kick you while yo

meri zindgi ki kahani

ये ज़िन्दगी है तेरी मेरी कहानी,

कभ�

khoobsurat dosti ka rishta

कहते हैं कि दोस्ती का रिश्ता,
I Am Alone

I waited, and you didn't come.

I called, and you didn't answer.

I knocked, but yo

Riwaaj yahi h duniya ka...

Riwaaj to yahi hai duniya ka mil jana bichhar jana,
Tum se ye kaisa rishta hai na milte ho

KYA FARK PADTA HAI

कोई सब कहे, कोई चुप रहे,

तो कोई छाँव,

YADGARI KE LAMHE

जिंदगी के बहुमूल्य पल बन जाते हैं, लम�

Shadow Of Life

Walking in the shadow of fear,

drowning endlessly by a single tear,

running along

Being A Friend

We have something that holds us together,

Something that made us both better,

Som

Mera Pyar Hai Tu

 

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