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

Intjar Karna Padta Hain

 

Ab humein neend nahi aati,

Bas ek dastoor hai jo nibhana padta hai,

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Love me like you mean it

Where gilded autumn dazzles hazy morning 

And golden leaves sprinkle on marigold bea

Sweet Birthday To You My Love

A wish for lots of birthday fun

To last until the day is done.

Hoping that all yo

Seeds Of Growth

Water the seed, and a plant will grow.

Feed the plant, and a tree will grow.

Give

My Beautiful Country India

 

Today is a time for fireworks and fun

But we shouldn’t forget its re

such me tumhen koi fark nahi padta

tumhen such me koi fark nahi padta 

mere hone ya na hone se 

billkul bu

True Friend

A friend is like a star that twinkles and glows

Or maybe like the ocean that gently flows

My Everything Friend

You magnify my happiness

When I am feeling glad;

You help to heal my injured hear

khud se jada bharosa

राजीव: ऐ दिल तू क्यों रोता है…!!!

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My Steps..

Since all my steps are audience of my past,

a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt