Give me the wasteland
the remote, the undiscovered
the unfamiliar, the forbidden
I would regard it not as untoward-

there I'll set up camp
dig my well, seek a spot
suitable for crops- write
in  daily calm and unbridled thought

for what stares in my face
is society's endless falsehood and rot
that eats away life's every moral fibre
and for wealth and power people are bought

how peaceful and tender is the night
my every desire is brought to sleep
the past dissolves into silent oblivion
my redeemed self I will guard and keep.