Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Greeshma Sudhir

 Seven roses, as dark as night
 The eyes of man, never losing his sight
 A girl in a house, reading a book
 Glanced up to take a look

By Rituparna Maji 

the city hosts a lifelong race of ‘IT’ rats, alas, without building a big enough stadium, cars move like tortoises instead of rabbits,

By Shubhamanek Dindadahalli

 How does it feel
 to ask for permission every time you step outside?
 To wear clothes not for yourself,
 but to please a world

By Pallavi Verma

You painted a picture of me, 
and I fought against the hold of the frame,
to remove myself from your lie

By Anis Chattopadhyay

সেখানে হাওয়ায় বালি ওড়ে,
 তিরতির নদী বয়,
 বসন্ত উষ্ণ নয়!
 কুঁড়ের পাশে একটু অঞ্চল

By Ian Anderson

I imagine flowing waterfalls in my head, all connected by string and twine I see the water dance as I leave this world behind.

By NITIKA SHARMA

 How Can I Blame Noise?
 When Chaos Creates Musings by choice
 How can I Blame Melancholic Nights?
 when it pulls out the strongest part of me

By Aditya

year of 2019, innocent still -realization loomed slow, Father went oversees, land of desert and sun, he had future in min

By Samaira Sethi

 Little lion little lion 
 Dont stray too far 
 Dont chase, the birds 
 Dont chase, the flies
 Dont run after canines 

By Abhijit Bhattacharya

The face with blood smear, Eyes reflecting dread and fear, She was born alone, In a womb unknown.

By Shourya 

 एक ऐसी मंज़र 
 पर आकर खड़ा हूँ मैं 
 जहाँ घर तो है
 और कमरे भी 
 उन कमरों में लोग भी

By Sombudha Chakraborty

 In chambers old where timbers sway, 
 And shattered dreams meet light of day, 
 We walk beneath a sky unclear, 
 Yet hold our hopes and dreams sincere.

By Atipriya Singh 

 My door was closed that night, 
 not locked, just closed.
 But I kept my windows open wide, 
 so the stale air could find its way out.

By Priyanka Jaiprakash

 She said to herself—
 the waiting ends, 
 and the time has come to leave.
 Will the moment of meeting 

By Ishani Chowdhury

 I like you.
 I like your smile too.
 The way you giggle,
 like a little boy when you laugh.

By Arushi Parasher

एक सुनहरी नहीं चिड़िया इस दुनिया में जब आई,

By Harpreet Yadvinder singh

Stange are the ways of life, 
Little peace & much strife, 
We often weave like a diligent spider, 
Web of dreams to reach higher, 

By Varun Verma 

Fill yourself with enough mornings. Breathe deep and let the cool fresh air fill in the last alveoli. For you may breath smoke, dust and fumes as the day goes by;

By Wikim Ajang

The 25th day came too soon,
the thirty-second was here too soon,

By Sanskriti

The world is a 3-dimensional cage,
Iron bars on every stage.
One made of logic, neat and tight,
Another of rules dressed up as right. 

By Gopika R

I sat down with my Shadow today. I brewed her a cup of tea.  She asked for whiskey—neat. 

By Himani Agarwal

मां है वह मोती जिसके आगे पूरी सृष्टि भी है छोटी,

By Likyabeni Kikon 

My home stands upon this beautiful blue planet, Where all life is selflessly nurtured. You gave us more than we ever needed, So we could thrive and evolve in time.

By Jyoti Harsh

As I sit to pen my love and gratitude for the only person I have grown up admiring, I honestly do not know from where to begin.

By Saumaya Gupta

“You say sorry first,” I demand,
Knowing well enough that this won’t go as planned.

By Aryan kumar

I am fighting against all the prayers.
I move forward to create my paradise,
Because I can’t scream the pain anymore—

By Ayesha Choudhary 

Where did you bury the boy you used to be. If I knew where. I would dig him up instantly. I would break open his casket and shake him awake, and then ask him. 

By Mehak Gupta

September, we welcome Bappa home—
Atithi Devo Bhava.
“Red or green,” Dadi would say,

By Keerthana Elango 

All she wants is to be free Free to speak her mind Free to eat the food she likes Free of hurtful comments

By Monisha Makhija 

She outgrew the version built on fear, Shed quiet tears no one could hear. Now she walks with fire in her chest Not to burn, but to become her best.