2024 Wingword Prize

By Shubham Dayal

I am a loafer, and I am free!
I am not bound by societal judgments

By Kinjal Jain

A battle that we never won,
A question that was never solved

By Prisha Yadav

The soothing winds,
touching the heart,
Noises all around 

By Dr Shivani Karnwal

What if you didn’t got the one you have chosen,
What if it’s so fragile and the dream is broken

By Dr Tilak Dixit

काली है ये कोठरी
काली है ये रात
वासुदेव आर्य सुनते है

By Anvvi Singhi

As I walk through the sand,
With dust in my eyes...

By Shivani Singhal 

With a grief of their own,
Becoming a shoulder for the unknown...

By Sunandita Dasgupta

I see them everyday
They walk away.

By Gursimran Kaur

Endings-
It felt like a tight slap on face

By Shambhavi

I witnessed a dream- an "Ethereal" one,
Where heaven itself intertwined the string...

By Jaideep Saikia

You are like a sword, blue and green

By Amitu Sharma

क्या गुजरी है मेरी रूह पर
यहां किसको सुनाऊं मैं?

By Mathew John

Son, it is not my wish
to advise you
though my tongue yearns,

By Atharv Mehta

I cannot sleep, so through the aperture I gaze,

The crescent shines with a marvelous light,

By Mayur P

I was a boy, speeding ride, my guilty pleasure.
Fighting without reason, a wired creature...

By Satakshi Gupta

Thoughts of time cage my mind
Words catapult me to ancient texts from past lives...

By Sumbul Moin

261 days of barbaric slaughter
Dead men, women and daughters...

By Gairika Ghosh 

স্ত্রী-পুরুষ প্রেমের যাপন
রাত কেটে ভোর হয়,

By Sreedarsana R Nair

You and I were talking in the dark
About dreams – in general...

By Ankita Singh

पगडंडी के अंतिम पग पर
वट का था एक वृक्ष विशाल ।

By Gaurav Bhatnagar

I went to a garden once

I stood alone and looked around

By Nivi Upmanu

'Ambitions' and 'Dreams'
Appears only in far-fetched metaphors...

By Paridhi Bichchhal

My father has two wives
One, the mother of my steps’

By Suraj Peddarapu

Weapons are integral part of war,
We start a war, they leave a scar.

By Afrin Shaikh

I wanted you in my arms
But your father told me he won't be there
I'm alone carrying two burdens

By Nistha Verma 

इस रात के अँधेरे में, मैं मैं बन जाती हूँ,
जब बत्ती बंद हो जाती है,

By Arun Raj

From my Anthology of poems called " Excerpts from my Hunting Diaries"


To my beloved kind, I write this Ode in hopes of an apology

For you to rejuvenate and bless what’s mine as I don't wish to read a eulogy