In the silent room where secrets lay, Whispered trails of night and day, A fingerprint—a swirling mark, Unlocks the truth in shadows dark. Footwear prints in hidden clay, Trace the dance of feet away, Silent echoes pressed in time, Reveal the steps of silent crime. In each impression left behind, A story waits for us to find, Forensic art in hues precise, Unveils the past with calm advice.