Curiosity: The Poison running Through our veins

Nocturnal Soul


Notice of absence from Nocturnal Soul
Who shall notice the absence of a star when there are millions of them sparkling in the sky.

Humans are the most curious among all creations,

Even more curious than a kitten learning to walk,

Our curiosity knows no bounds,

Even When it comes to the forbidden truths of the unknown.

 

Church fathers tell us the story of Adam & Eve,

How their curiosity brought them to earth,

And as the sons and daughters of our first parents,

We inherited their weakness of seeking the unknown.

 

We all know the story of Tutankhamun,

How the curse of the mummy took its form,

One more story proving our nature,

Of seeking out what is not to be sought.

 

Curse or a boon, people still argue.

All new inventions came into existence,

Only because we had the urge to embrace,

The uncertainty of the worlds to be explored.

 

Stone age to bronze age,

We are now living in the era of the nuclear age.

Where people possess the touch of death,

That shall send us all back to that same old stone age.

 

The forbidden fruit might take form of that red button,

Just like the red apple hanging from a tree,

Under the watch of the corrupted snake,

Waiting for his Adam to be tempted by the poison of curiosity.

  • Author: Nocturnal Soul (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 11th, 2025 01:34
  • Comment from author about the poem: its only a matter of time.
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  • Poetic Licence

    They say everything goes in cycles, maybe our cycle will be completed and we end up back where we started, nicely expressed and written

  • sorenbarrett

    A good build up and smooth flow in the story take this piece to the end where the use of color and analogy of the apple work well for the finish. Well done.

  • Priya Tomar

    Very well.
    BeĆ utiful rhythm and clever word play

  • Lorenz

    An existentialist vision in the middle of the octagon .
    Finally poetry that packs a punch !



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