NOSTALGIA

The fish slithering in the claustrophobic swimming tank; had a

nostalgia for swirling waters of the gargantuan ocean,
The flower sprouting from the cloistered pot; had a nostalgia for
growing in farm soil; with an ambience of wind blowing
tenaciously,
The spider crawling in dingy corners of the dilapidated mansion;
had a nostalgia for traversing through vivacious threads of web;
dangling from trees in the amazon forest,
The crimson beaked bird incarcerated in grilled cage; had a
nostalgia
for flapping its wings exuberantly in the sky,
The blistering lava imprisoned at unprecedented depths beneath
the
ground; had a nostalgia to fulminate into infinite fountains in
fresh air,
The globules of fat moisture trapped in ominous thunder clouds;
had a
nostalgia for cascading down rampantly in the form of glistening
rain,
The biscuits of glittering gold embedded in dilapidated
dungeons; had a
nostalgia for; people admiring them in dazzling rays of the sun,
The lifeless panther embodied in the mammoth photograph; had
a nostalgia for
coming out alive; open his jaws in a domineering growl,
The blind man traversing on the streets with a disdainful stick;
had a nostalgia for sighting the world; fantasizing it in its most
stupendous form ever,
The battalion of frogs in the solitary and deep well; had a
nostalgia for bathing in pools of monsoon water,

The hunch backed camel trespassing through the crowded city

streets; had a
nostalgia for wandering languidly in the sandy desert,
The diminutive flames of wax candle stifling with the slightest of
breeze; had
a nostalgia for being the escalating flames of a crackling fire,
The granules of white salt jailed tightly in pellucid bottles; had a
nostalgia
for being sprawled on the saline sea shores,
The scientists stalling for time on marshy soil; had a nostalgia
every minute
for inhabiting the opalescent moon,
The tones of noxious gas encapsulated in an inflated balloon; had
a nostalgia
for whistling past the air at lightening speeds,
The pallid milk stored in canisters of rusty iron; had a nostalgia
for oozing out from blossoming teats of the sacrosanct cow,
The people residing in alien countries; had a nostalgia for
returning back as quickly as possible to blend with their native
mud,
The orphaned child wailing incoherently on the dusty roads; had
a nostalgia for embracing his departed mother,
And every palpable entity treading on this earth; had a nostalgia
for finding its soul mate; languishing in the aisles of desire and
perpetual relationship; till the time it inhaled air and blissfully
existed.