Mer in a rage, the sky aflame.

Two cranes whirling in a fright overhead,

in the pathless sky, woefully lost.

Like souls who cannot break away from the fate, they spin and whirl, toss and turn. Watching them in panic

I wish they could use some route, some way of escape,

some respite. But no way! They must hang in there

until the storm abates.

Sushama Karnik.