Barren mountain is standing still br longing for some one since ages br to come and play the music br on the top of hill so as to spread br the melody miles away, ask the cloud br to come and listen for a moment br to make it green with vegetation br when the seed of wild flower will sprout br and will blossom under moonlit night br making embracement moon will realise br the warmth, sing the madrigal br then will ignite the cloud br to drizzle the ecstasy; make the earth br free from all perdition.