Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By J. Selva Antony Santosh Joseph Antony Raj

வெற்றி என்பது வெளியே இருப்பதல்ல;
அது உங்களுக்குள் இருப்பது !

By Asha Prathy

అలుపెరుగని నీ అలల ఝరిలో నా అలజడి గడిచే
ఉరిమే నీ ఉరకల పరుగులలో నా జీవితం మళ్ళీ మొదలయ్యే

By Suresh Parmar

'સૂર' છું,ભડભડઅવાજે ચેહમાં સંભળાઉં પણ;
ભેજને વળગી રહેલાં ઇંધણાંમાં નહિ મળું.

By Krishna Chaitanya Banala

పొగగొట్టపు పట్టణంలొ,  పొట్ట చేత పట్టుకొని 
తిరిగాము తిరిగాము, ఎన్నెన్నో వీధులు 

By Sunil Mattakkara

പത്തുമാസം വയറ്റിൽ ചുമക്കുന്നോരു സ്ത്രീ ,
തൻ ജീവിത സാഫല്യത്തിനായി 

By Dhreethi Biswas

You are the breath that fills my chest,
The breeze that brings me quiet rest.

By Madhuri Khunt

ફરી એક રાત આવી ને 
બા-દાદાની યાદ લાવી

By Sheela S

பிரம்மா
நீ படைபவனா அல்ல அழிப்பவனா?

By Krisnita Kamalakannan

சிறு துண்டு காகிதங்களில் ,
என் எண்ணங்களை வண்ணமாய் பதித்தேன் ;

By Nirmala Chandrasekar

அம்மா அப்பா 

ஆர்வ கோளாறு வயசு

By Jaideep Saikia

A fat Buddha rests lightly among
The strewn corruption on my study table.
A bored curio
No polyglot. 

By Dr. Neha Singh

I trust you to the cavernous corners of my heart, you are my heart.
And I trust you to the the core of my eternal living soul. 

By Shreyans Singh

I used to stroll by like a fabulist man
An afflatus came by like a strike from a pan 

By Aarti Balaji 

The first time I learned about free will, I felt empowered.
Agency is a seductive

By Veena M.

His mind.
Like pages glued together in a book-
you take a blade to cut it open,

By Som Subhro Nath

At night, it drizzled...
The drops of holy nectar

By Maitri R.

As he walks down the road, his icy heart,
Freezes the raindrops, and they fall apart

By Raunak Baral

Father, 
You are the Sun of my life.

By Zainab Shoeb 

Death for Dunya, Dawn for Deen,
He will make you see the things you’ve never seen.

By Riddhiman Das

As I walk out into the night,
Falling on me drops of rain,

By Sucharita Parija

Clad in the yarns of insolence,
The Envy slithered noiselessly,

By Shweta Debnath

In the land of the free, I'm not free to roam,
A prisoner of fear, in my own home.

By Mausam Bhuwania

The door opens with a violent shrug
Locks behind him with a painful release

By Syamal Roy

Where sparkling lakes met rolling meadows,
Rich with flowers, vibrant in foliage.

By Anjana Ram

In her forties, she stands with grace,
A radiant smile upon her face.

By Anjali Keneri

Splendid surrounds—just glance at them in leisure:
The morning, crimson dawns, cotton clouds, chirping pleasure.

By Anitha L

If I were a father,
Had I really taken the risk you did!

By Aditi Trivedi

The gentle, serene, simple river's song,
Nestled in the mountain's lap she belongs.

By Pratheba P

Every now and then,
reality seemed to be a tempestuous cyclone;

By Saloni Mahapatra

Like sunlight spilling over the dawn,
Joy arrives, unbidden and warm.