Biography of Santhosh Vijayakumar
At 10 I planted my first rose...
At 15 I penned my first poem...
At 19 I traded the first scrip in the market...
All Of Heart
Today a son, tomorrow a father,
And a day after, a grand old man.
Is it only by blood?
No, it shall never be.
All it is of is the heart.
Bigger the heart, with more we dwell,
Is the law of ages.
So let friendship be pure,