Biography of Jayan Krishnan
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever. Its loveliness increases. It will never pass into nothingness. But still will keep a bower quite for us, and a sleep full of sweet dreams, and health and quiet breathing.
On that little bower of immortal poetry, I share a note, some profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Their I had my birth, I have my life there and shall end there....not with a bursting uproar, but with a fading whisper...