Where whispers dwell in shadows deep. A cry of distress by poet Aiman. The verses flow in ink-stained tears. Sadness, black despair.
His pen dances in circles of the worst. A tortured trance of composing stanzas of despair. Beneath the moon's lamenting light, It brings together the darkest night in Aiman’s poetry.
A lament in every stanza and rhymed with every sigh. It dies in the worst poetry yet it refuses to wither away.*