Vladimir Ilyich Saratov. (№ 366323)

Kandahari, kandahari...
We now are called so.
For three days all become elders
And learned what life was about.
The walls are white, cool,
And at the Zenith of the sun disk.
Here laws are all different
Go next to the death risk.
The hum of the mother plane
Dreams dreams at night.
Hard was the work,
All was difficult for us.
All around strange faces,
Only stone and sand.
It is useless to fight, to fight,
Step will step - in temple.
Heart caught by a bird
Gets in the cage at the breast,
And imagining a summer lightning
The edge of a green homeland.