2024 Wingword Prize

By Sunidhi Sharma

I am a she, in the body of he
I was given a car, when I cried for a barbie

By Manasi Manchanda

Explaining my depression was downright the most difficult task I had to do.

By Anjali Gadekar

कोण आहे रचिता या वसुंधरेचा

खेळ कुणा न कळे या गूढ शक्तीचा

By Silpa Anand S

A pretty envelope
A big smiley pasted
Comfort and love laced

By Tuhin Ghosh

With the scorching sun refusing to shun its glare,
She trudged along barefoot towards the unforeseen

By Shivi

I bring him milk
on the nights
of the afternoons

By Sahelipa Datta

Illusion...
Can sometimes be a healer,
Can also behave as a killer.

By Anita Kongari

When I introspect, I realise that life is short.
I jump up from sleep and peep within

By Aarushi Singh

The world is a difficult place for a teen like me…
We are all just trying our own identity

By Kakoli Ghosh

from a full stop inside my tongue,

he emerged fucking up 

By Aditya Joshi

What has become of life
These flashing lights have already turned to night

By Anila Mathew V

Flitting out of the spring,
I journeyed with zest.
With passion that no force could wring

By Ridhima Yadav

My naked soft veins, vulnerable to this unpure world. To the excruciating rays of the sun.

By Venkata Ramana Prathy

రెక్కలు విడని పక్షులం మేము
ఎవరికీ చెందని అభాగ్యులం

By Swastika Sheel Srivastava

Waking up from my dreams
Brushing my teeth,
Having my breakfast

By Laudeep Singh

I see this road every day
but today
I am inspecting it prudently.

By Radhika R

I am a run down two-storeyed miracle
Sheltering the detritus of teenage heartbreak

By Saara Mathur

Do you sell time?
I need to give it to my ageing parents,
To the lieutenants on the battlefield

By Kalyan George

The old wooden swing
Cradled in the hands of the wind
Gently rocked back and forth

By Rashi Choudhary

My father's steps quicken when we go out,
He never walks with us, I follow briskly

By Sheetal Sanghvi

A caged bird she is ever since her birth,
God gave her a voice but man took it away from her.

By Medha Nambi

What if I told you I'm an ocean?
A vast expanse of secrets,
A myriad of museums

By Anushka Jain

My dad was never not homesick.
When USSR broke he was selling apples.

By Atharv Sharma

Wait!
The drug of luxury,
The indefinite, unhinged, unpredictable

By Aditi Dhar Choudhury

Water droplets fall nonstop DISABLED 
The clock whirs faster than I had thought

By Srishtika Prakash

I am the garden
budding into flowers,
on my way to becoming

By Kiruthika Palraj

With words like daggers, we taunt each other,
It burns me from inside

By Payal Priya

I hear the cat moaning, as I lay naked in your arms
Ma used to say, "A cat's moan is ominous”, Is it?

By Neelam Daphale

आम्ही सावित्रीच्या लेकी
नेतृत्वाची क्षमता भरभरून आमच्यामधी
आमच्यामध्ये ना काही कमी

By Yukta Vats

Arms around him, arms around her
Where did one begin, and the other end