Poems Spirits of the Dead The nights shall be crystal clear, the days shall be bright , filled with merriment. thou mustn't worry for we shall guide, guide thou to thy final port of bid - heaven!Haniya UsmaniNovember 1, 2021
Poems The Burial of King Henry VIII Gazing on King Henry's corpse did we stand, Not a solider stood saluting, as his farewell shot, Satisfied faces stood there, no rose in the hand.Haniya UsmaniJuly 3, 20211 Comment