Hundred Days Poem by Mudasir Firdosi

Hundred days I endured the siege,
tell my besieger if you need a break
It must be wearying to be in your place,
don't you worry I am here to stand.

My peaks are snow-clad early this year
yet people still in fields toiling rough,
Harsh maybe the winters now and again
don't you worry I am here to stand.

My rivers froze sooner maybe,
the springs will keep flowing though.
The thirst of freedom hard to quench,
don't you worry I am here to stand.

I have survived centuries of reign
when you were still not in being,
I was sold for nothing with my family,
don't you worry I am here to stand.