RAGE: AS IF I AM DEFINED Is this the passion? Or my childhood desire Hold for second This is rage for nothing I admire Is this the love? Or my patience Pause a minute This is rage for a certain instance Is this my dream? Or my sacrifice Stop a while This is rage for life I beige Oh! I made a life undefined I suppose that my rage designed My mistakes and sorrow Are only thing in a row Thou I expected to be silent mind But left is all rage in me aligned. – Shuja Ur Rahman