One Place

Poetry on imagination and experience.

POETRY

Om Pimple

8/31/20261 min read

Manarola, Italy
Manarola, Italy

Once upon a time
I saw one place
I was enjoying it at the time
Without knowing the case.

I wondered suddenly
By seeing its beauty
I also forgotten
My ongoing duty.

At that time
I was so glad
I saw everything
like a mad.

With inner eagerness
I captured that place in my mind
I enjoyed all the situations
I also saw nature behind.