Где-то оторопь зноя с ног человека валит. Где-то...

Somewhere
dazzle the heat
off my feet
knocks down a person.
Somewhere a blizzard over the crust
tentacles
rumbles ...

And your
sun
enough is enough
ten Africa.
And your
cold -
for a few
Antarctica ...

Again,
screaming with rage
volcanoes
knocking on the ground!
Gulkim,
smoking scream
the planet is shaken ...
And you -
more merciless than fires.
Stronger
earthquakes.
And a thousand times
helpless
two-month
kid ...

Look around
not worth it.
Make excuses
do not.
I only ask more and more often
with a smile and longing:
- Why should I
such flour?
Why should I
such a reward?
Minute
hustle.
Every second
peace.

© Robert Rozhdestvensky