2024 Wingword Prize

By Limmi Pertin

I contemplate over my Morning Coffee,

"To be Or not to be".

By Sreemoyee Bhattacharyya

My mother leaned into migrant letters
Disrobed and practically shriveled like
Soaked raisins

By Rishika Kaushik

I was never the one for silence,
but the people around me

By Pallavi Avutu

A year and a half with YOU
Learned a lot from YOU

By Debadrita Datta 

"I woke up to the well-acquainted, chafing sound. The drizzles haven't stopped playing the lullaby yet. But my alarm clock didn't hesitate a bit to interrupt the harmony.

 By Simarpreet Kaur 

In this big cage, there was nothing but darkness
Only a little light cracked from the ceiling.
Hope.

By Anjali Vishok

The Tree stands tall
in the midst of a bawl

By Adrija Bandyopadhyay

Sometimes I am the golden sand on the beach,
Carried away by the blue waters of the ocean.

By Tenzing Rapgyal

Leave some of me virgin:
I have been exploited, molested and raped enough.

By Sushmita Pashi

By Neha Bagri

He sent me a poem,
via post.
"old school" , he said,
"just the way you like".

By Dr. Pradnya Aashirwad

कभी कभीं आईनें में

मैं झाँकती हूँ ख़ुद को 

एक अलग सी ही मैं 

By Jailaxmi Vinayak 

Mornings are a poem
When smoky fog descends
On dreamy houses

By Jeet Singh

एक बेचैन सी आह निकलेगी, जब सीने के अंदर से,
उस पल मै सबकुछ छोड़कर, कुदूंगा मौत के समंदर में।

By Sifat Sandhu

Covered in those marvellous shiny wrappers,
An ideal dessert makes my mouth water.

By Sarang Gujar

Gasping for air and the sweating…the slick of sweat on HER forehead shining..

By Sarthak Chaturvedi

Often, it baffles me, that for people
conviction is harder to announce than hope is.

By Jenish J.

A symbol of the mother – strong and reliable.
How about your selflessness

By Paridhi Jain

Humility is a tree, whose roots
Get nourished by the waters of Wisdom

By Prabhav Bhagat

On a silent night,
when the cold winds drive

By Gladwin George

Ambled I, through the cemented path
Pebbles layered neatly in between

By Kausalya Saptharishi

The blinding lights of stardom
Are dimming
Like the flickering saffron-indigo skies

By Rishika Makharia

Slowly and steadily the time passes
In the whirl of happiness and sadness, it carasses

By Sushmita Pasi

I fell in love with his alluring eyes,

I fell in love with his charming smile!!

By Susanna Rapaka

i’m not made of flesh and bones
i’m not made of blood
i’m made of my father’s rage

By Arya Murali

it is yet another day
they say rise and shine

By Swa Shenoy

In moonlight stands the old man with wrinkles,
Binding everyone with threads and twinkles.

By Laudeep Singh

रूह के दुःख सहूँ कि बदन के दुःख सहूँ
परदेस में रह कर भी वतन के दुःख सहूँ

By Karishma Goswami

One Life,
One World -
Too short
To live Full,

By Mohit Kothiyal

Found a book ,in a cafe, from my syllabus
Reminding me of my next exam...