Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Prarthana Devi

A sullen sunday morning and five minutes to 6:00,
A dented scooty on my peripheral sight,

By Shagun 

जैसे रोटी जल जाती है ज्यादा भुनाने पर
मेरे कंधे कुल्ले कमर कोहनी की चमड़ी भी जल जलकर उतर रही थी.....

By Monika Mittal

ना शाख कोई, ना फूल
ना पुलकित ना जर्जर.

By Kasangailiu Kahmei

Light and green
Eyes closed, and I fly about in great delight

By Swapnila Bhoite

शब्द स्तब्ध, विचार निशब्द
अडिग, अचल, निर्दय – कैसा यह प्रारब्ध

By N J Jane Larissa

Life is a race
Where I am in a track

By Omprakash Tiwari

बायस, खग स्तब्ध हुये
अवनि, अम्बर काँप गये

By Saptara Mandal

I know you feel guilty,
You couldn't have possibly known

By Saraswati Kulkarni

I love birds, I don’t know why?
They are such wonderful creatures

By Azra K

Why is it always about what women wear?
But not about how they stare.

By Manisha Jadhav

कोई मै खिलौना नही
जो एकबार लेकर छोड दिया

By Bhavani Ram

Two parts, one that of the mind and the other the heart,
Start giving their opine in kind.

By Tapasyaa Chikhale

Why is it always the dogs?
Always the dogs who have to suffer?

By Bishmita Nayak

I looked hard at the window,
and she was standing there.

By Anup Kumar Bhaumik

colours are exposed in theSky of March,
colourful touching is edhering in air of spring

By Aditri Naru

The bridge of moonlight over the tiding sea,
Escaping from the bondage of clouds all free

By Garima Singh

नहीं ये युग पांचाली का, 
ना ही दुर्गा काली का ;

By Leyi Sakhamo

Them, whose voice are lost;
Where void, their souls be.

By Rajesh Kumar

चन्दा मेरे मामा हैं
माँ तुमने मुझे बताया हैं

By Tanisha Panwar

I once saw a dream when I was a teen
All I wanted—my adulthood to be perfect and lush green

By Christina Gomes

Is the mortal heart too grave to speak of love? 
In drops of maroon, on the silent waters by the Chapel.

By Krishti Khandelwal

Time, an ever-passing current of the ocean,
That I got stuck on the wrong side of.

By Krishnan Sivasubramoney

In quiet rooms where minds unfold,
A thousand stories left untold,

By Siddhartha Sankar Sarmah

I knew what kicked off the dust storm
at the far end of the road at nine.

By Tuba Khan

I am letting you go!
I hope you find what you are seeking

By Bluwin Sangma

Asking the spirits, I bow and pray,
Apetpa, Ranggupa, guide my way

By Sreeja Mohandas

The murmur of smoking froth settling down
As dark welcoming lips blow on and slurp up the burning bliss

By Tanuja Nautiyal

Kyu tu aksar mujhe gumsum sa lagta hai...
Khoya iss bheed me chup chup sa dikhta hai...

By Smita Bhatnagar

Zindagi ki Jung se
Dosti ki hai maine

By Saurav Kumar

हूँ फंसा बड़ा असमंजस में,
आलस में, विस्मंजस में