Virgin Atlantis Alive!
aout me huh...,Well I Am A Classic... Without A Prologue Neither An Epilogue..... It shall be here when these moments are gone, Reward, be it a flower in the sun? All phrases of love are politics of thought, That each and all to this world forth have brought.Be it thoughtless or wise or none at all, That stands out in a struggle for a call; History lessons have vague fingers onAnd some are soon like a forgotten son.This we can not know until time is doneAnd rivers of thoughts completely dried up, Or wasted out in ivory towers.But this, like fairies time is waste by none, Years will forth pass and moments from us rob, Soil is full of seeds from dried early flowers. Human strenght is exertedmeaning all human possibility.What's the strive all 'bout? Attaining perfection via holiness.The struggle can't but go ongods try Godly status.Though situations hinder, environment help violate.man; a few, are still, ... in the struggle. wanna kno mor abt me huh, then here t s :A scrap from a junior schoolmate says: "Princi was talking abt u the last day.she said:""if akash was here in school,i would have been a lot tensed!coz we won't know when he would start a new fight........."this was the reply by sheeja teacher too."""