Curses are hurled
to the right and to the left
and love, in the middle,
bows humbly
fearing a disaster.
All that remains for it
is a prayer to the highest master
to intervene promptly,
and God willing
for peace on earth
to be endlessly spread.
©2026, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
This is such a powerful and poignant little verse. It masterfully paints a vivid scene of conflict—the “curses hurled to the right and to the left”—that feels both timeless and desperately current. And then, there in the vulnerable center, is love, not as a triumphant warrior but as a humble figure, bowing in fear. That image is so moving. It shifts love from a cliché into something fragile, human, and deeply relatable.
The turn to prayer feels like a natural, breathless hope from that place of humility. The closing line opens up from the personal, tense scene to a universal yearning for “peace on earth to be endlessly spread.” It’s a beautiful and thoughtful piece that captures the quiet, persistent courage of love and hope in the midst of human chaos. Really well done.🌷🤝
Thank you so much, Srikanth. I’m genuinely touched by your words and the effect this poem had on you. 😊🙏🌹
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