Results of Wingword Poetry Prize will be declared on April 30th 2021.
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By DR. SHALONI PATNAYAK
In continuation of witnessing various memorable yet indelible instances during this lockdown.
By Dr. Sangeetha Sivaraman
I am not confined to the girl on the left,The woman on the right
Wingword Poetry Prize 2019: Book Launch and Award Ceremony
By Dr. Bhavana Jain
Everyone has a desire to fly once in the sky. How beautiful it would be if we were able to fly.
By Donna Nongkhlaw
In a sea of people I'm lost in the crowd,Take cover and hide in shadows of clouds
By Divnoor Kaur
Last night while I was trying to sleepI went to places I had never been
By Disha Khandelwal
I walk towards itto see the mistof the winter night.
By Devmitra Pandey
It was scary, it was dark
But there was always a little spark
By Devanshi Mungse
When it comes to dating, I’m your typical old-school teenager who preferstraditional dating norms
By Deepak Kanoujia
We are so unconscious of this freeness
We are conscious in making life useless...
By Debarati Sen
It has been said that life has treated me harshly; and sometimes I have complained in my heart.
By Carl Colaco
I love you, you saidEven your aura, burns blue Bunsen
By Bamin Sumpi
Some people mature way too fast, some souls age way too early and some have been wondering
By Ayushi Minj
I want to fly fearlessly one dayWithout any pull I want to climb up there.
By Asmita Pal
We talk about the quarantine.We talk about no meat
By Ashi Pandey
How often do we talk about our body?I grew up hating my body.
By Arzoo Gupta
Has anyone ever told you that watching you cross the street is terrifying, no? Well, I have been, MULTIPLE times.
By Arya Mohapatra
The street is busy, withCare-free, endorsing specks of sweat flying
By Arpit Vaishnavi
It was late enough in the night to be worried. I once again went to the gate and
By Apurva Singh
All tired of work, I returned to my flat, tied my hair into a bun, made myself a coffee, and sat in the balcony after changing.
By Apoorva Khare
With eyes glued on the laptop screen and the piles of document to finish before the deadline, the mind
By Anushka Raheja
Wings settled on my birdlike shoulders, a coronation mantle fashioned out of wax.
By Anshu Pandey
I've often traversed those streets.Cars sleeping on one half
By Anita Mary Varghese
I went for a walk with my senses,on the street, beside my house.
By angana sarkar
“Great , then let’s meet.” They share the date, time and place where they will meet. Kavya was so happy...
By ANANYA SHUKLA
Kishen was staring intently at the passing cars on the road. It was a beautifulSunday with the sun shining
By Ananya Gupta
Monochromatic play, my chessboard;Is a slice of equality, for ages
By Ambica Wakhlu
On the streets of Delhi where traffic jams are a usual phenomenon, I once got stuck while coming to my hostel...
By Aiswarya Subramanian
With one hand on the old rusted railing and the other caught in the depths of mytangled bushy hair...
By Aishee Ghoshal
And the once white marble turning a pale cream with time, like dusty brittle pagesof a book.