Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Vineet Kumar Singh

Melancholic heart and baffled mind,
He prepares to leave his precious, solitary behind.

By Pratham Agarwal

There was once a maiden of such life and beauty,
That every kind of man felt it his rightful duty

By Deepanya Rawat

I am not you,
You are not me.

By Mansi Plaha

Deep, dark ocean—
Greys floating on top,
Blues at the bottom.
I have not seen it — I say,

By Abhik Dutta

Was it now or was it then,
When we were together in the lap of passing time, which was Eden?

By Chetna Dahal

My days move like the seasons.
My body aches, and I find myself longing for you.

By Chaliam Lowakho

Sleep is far, awaiting knock,
As if she knows recipient needs a dock.
How sensible to choose a befitting hour,

By Niranjan Kumar Gautam

भिक्षां देहि…
भिक्षां देहि…
तथागत ने… धौंक लगाते हुए

By Smriti Malhotra

समझती थी जिसको वो उसका प्यार,
वो निकला उसका व्यापार,
ले गया उसको एक दिन भरे बाज़ार,

By Purna Chakrovarty

They were young and electrifying.
She – soft, supple, and serene.
He – boisterous and full of biceps.

By Sujata Pandey

जब भी मुश्किल में तेरी याद आई है,
हवा तेरी ख़ुशबू ले आती है,

By Rajat Kushwaha

मुझे नहीं सिखाया गया
कि पढ़ सकूँ तुम्हारे मौन की कथा,

By Namita Mathur

वसु, राधेय, दानवीर, अंगराज, कर्ण
और..
कौंतेय
कितने नाम थे कुंतीपुत्र कर्ण के।

By Vanya Parolia

Somewhere in the world, there are kids being inspired,
To change the world or heal it—whatever their heart desired.

By Aasmeet Kaur

You came like morning—soft and slow,
A touch of warmth in the world’s first glow.
And though your charm was born of old,

By Sarmistha Neogy

Today, I share something deep and personal—
A story of selfless love and loss.
You’ve been a quiet witness,

By Vijay Prakash

लगता नहीं है जी मेरा अब "एनसीआर" में
किस क़दर भरा है ज़हर यहाँ की बयार में
बुलबुल को "भाजपा" से न, न ही "आप" से गिला

By Dhaatrey Kuricheti

Oh, to meet he
Who takes thee beyond mortality—
Into the land of the perished, the fallen,

By Abhishek Hoshing

मोटेलाल ने चोर बनने की ठानी,
और अपने दोस्तों की एक नहीं मानी,
बोला, “चोरी करना मेरा भी हक़,

By Shriram Venkatachalapathy 

"Sir! Thanks for my pension" "My Man! Please do not mention" "Oh God! Now there is no tension, As a treat for my first pension,

By Jananie R B

The 7 o’clock morning mob was
On its usual hurried stride.
Suit, shoes, and ties done smart,

By Farha Jalal

‘A white dashing shirt’
“It is transparent”
‘A pretty fish-cut skirt’
“Are you a kid?”

By Dr Surabhi Singh

आओ सारथी का फ़र्ज़ निभाता हूं,
बस बैठने मात्र से हस्तिनापुर दिलाता हूं।
सुनो दुर्योधन, दो विकल्प बतलाता हूं,

By Yasmeen Garg

There was a cry that night
Of a pain unknown to any man.
On blood-drenched sheets, they asked how she did it.

By Utkarsh Agrawal

I. Early Days
Two boys were born on the same old street,
Where dust and dreams and daylight meet.

By Synroplibok S Rani

I shouted "Hello, World" to the world.
But it remained quiet.
I shouted from the top of my lungs,
“Hello, World!”

By Arpana Mishra 

नारी तेरी महिमा को, 
मैं कैसे करूँ बयान..

By Nityaa Guupta

What brews in a man’s mind
When his fists find her skin?
The skin born to nurture,
To cradle life in her bones,

By Vaibhavv Malhotra

 एक हार जो शब्दों के मोतियों से पिरोया था वह आज उन्हें उपहार दिया।

By Achila Sangtam

If one day I look back when I am unable
I fear I should not regret not fulfilling many a promise—