Results of Wingword Poetry Prize will be declared on April 30th 2021.
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By Ekta Singh
I go to my new journey with the price of solitude.But I know this loneliness will end soon.
By Vashai Pamreishim Zimik
Our secret shall be that we are born free-Though, now, fettered down in infinite chains...
By Farrukh Altaf
Just lifting my eyelids would enshrine me witness the delight, right in my bed, and outside from my room's window.
By Manisha Pant
Fascinating those heights are,Where freedom floats the clouds.
By Sayani Bhattacharya
The early morning joggers returned home in track pants and high-topped sneakers, the newspaper delivery boy...
By Himani Chandel
Sitting in this solitude, the reminiscence of my first teenage heartbreak which is usual in its way.
By Nidhi Shukla
The vision of the world is collidingThe dip in excitement is palpable, it's chiding....
By Diya Singh
As my tired feet touch the streetThe street touch my heart too...
By Shriya Bhalla
Christmas time, morning hush, decorations and celebrations all around. I remember this day...
By Ritesh Shetty
A thoroughfare with tree made arcsThe smell of berries fills the air
By Gayathri Swaminathan
Kannamma whisked the broom hard, complaining “How come the cleaning broom itself is so dirty?”
By Inusha Panigrahi
The streets are uzzing like Honey beeThere is much hustle and bustle
By Janani Arunkumar
Will you detest my individualityAnd try castigating my intellect?
By Ambreen Hamadani
A soft cool breeze blew about her, more freely than she ever would have dared.
By SUHANI GARATE
Gazing down at the town,Which all feels like you own the crown.
By Shambhavi Mishra
I had been an epileptic sufferer since I was of five. My two elder brothers left everything for their sovereignty.
By Swetapadma Nanda
Who knew it would start by a friend request ,Living distances apart from east to west .
By Prerona Das
Now, she wears only white colourOh, that's a GIFT by the society.
By Shivaa Dhar Saxena
Standing by oneself In a street packed with people...
By Akanksha Srivastava
The strangest part is that even though I was not the recipient, this applies to me. And to you.
By Suvarchala Jyothsna G
A daughter-in-law of modern times,Is still judged by her culinary skills
By Kshitija Deshmukh
Here, everyone gets everything,there’s nothing to debate...
By Geetika Saini
An intimate tete-a-teteOur private rendezvous...
By Priya Pramod
Walking through my memory there are many streets I saw , but the most colorful and vibrant street...
By Radhika Sumanam
I get to sing and dance in my happy rainI get to voice my views without any refrain
By Rupali Sawant
By Annie Vaithara
Never have I ever restrained to smile,World may think I am light and vile