Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Anaya Mukherjee

 with my anchor and roots i am trapped
 but with freedom comes fragility and a faith too frail

By Soumya Bhardwaj

 An apple to the eye for one,
 An ordinary being for another
 This is the story of a woman,
 Who scratches the surface of coal
 In search of gold.

By Sanjana Krishna Upadhayayula
Every emotion felt immensely, eyes untold, yet seen so intensely.
Amid the crowd, they seek their way, exploring life, shedding fear each day.

By Harold Bankerlang Thabah

 The air crackles, not with rain,
 but the static of impending doom.
 War whispers, a serpent in the ear.
 Where do we crawl?

By Rumana Momin

 But when I think about it,
 I get it — it’s not them.
 It’s me.
 I’m the one who deserved it.

By Rajesh Kumar Singh
हम जहाँ हैं, वहीं से आगे बढ़ेंगे।
परिस्थितियों की तलहटी से, बादलों के रूप में ऊपर उठेंगे

By Franjali Kinathi 

Your love is rooted deep in my heart, you reside in every part. But destiny had a different say, it conspired us to move away.

By Lukhi Hansda 

 The watch,
 Wore by my father,
 The watch has stopped.
 So surreal.
 It stopped ticking.

By Mahima Pahwa 

Our woven light unraveled that night,

Each thread, a story, now lost from sight,

By Darshana Shah

 That silent moment, when a euphony played
 Time came to a standstill, but the heartbeats raced

By Jenniefer Dkhar

The beauty of the place 
Heaven on earth!
As if the God’s themselves reside
Peace, calm, serenity all in one place.
Specially created by the hands of God.

By Jayita Mukherjee

In another life, my mother chose herself first—She woke not to the clamour of morning alarms or half-eaten breakfasts gone cold on steel plates.

By Tavisha Roy

Ink became my voice—silent, sharp, leaking soul onto white walls, writing meanings too profound for sound to carry

By Anarghya V Acharya

Never should you be born the first, For ,your life will end in grief. Your siblings are but monsters, just to destroy your peace.

By Anand Raj Rana 

"Is anyone alive..." "Anybody alive...anyone..."Walking on the bodies bunch, Stepping on the red crunch.

By Avro Mukerji
In a sky of silence, peace reigned with no fear—no war, no noise, just dreams flying crystal clear

By Ankur Tandon
हाँ साहब हाँ, मैं इंसान नहीं मज़दूर हूँ—घर बनाते हुए, अपना उजाड़ बैठा, हालातों से हर रोज़ मजबूर हूँ

By Raghvi Sharma

Arose so drowsy 'midst the crack of dawn, Came to ken the tidings of horror and mourn....

By DALIP MACCUNE 

 It is difficult to understand
 Body language of the dead
 As truth has no beginning
 And lie has no end

By Himarsha Mulchandani
I loved the sky as I loved you—only in fragments, from afar, never with hands strong enough to hold

By Lekhyasree Medarametla

I am the air,
drifting in space,
meeting people unaware.
I am the rain,
let down when I'm heavy,

By Sairah Rahel Leen
Earth unfurls twice when striked once—mourning the maggot-flesh of time, reclaiming blood from mortal hands. To dust you return

 By Pauvel Jetha

 Sitting, waiting in the bus shelter,
 the mind is led by roving thoughts
 from the now and the here
 into fields often not explored

By Disha Pegu
My fields thirst, my home and family thirst—why shouldn’t I?" he said, smiling like earth breathing with the first rain

By Himanshi 

Greet my smile and
I'll make you happy but if you kept watching you will sink into my mind.
My thoughts like a hovering dawn mist befallen after a summer storm,

By Rakesh Kushwaha Rahi
तुम जीते, मैं टूटा तारा—गुलशन ढूँढ रहा जीवन का साज, पर मैं अब मधु का प्याला नहीं रहा।

By Dr. Swagata Chakraborty 

 কাল রাতে কড়া নেড়েছিল আধো-ঘুম চোখের জানলায় একঝাঁক স্বপ্ন।
 জিজ্ঞেস করলো তারা- ঘামভেজা বালিশের নিচে

By Khushbu Vandawat 

 तेरा हर लम्हा आज भी धड़कता है, 
 तेरा प्यार आज भी मेरी रगों में बहता है।
 हमें दूर से देख वो चुरमा बनाती थीं,
 पसंद है मेरे नाते-नातियों को, वो हमें बड़े प्यार से खिलाती थीं।

By Kavita Sangras Kanherikar

Baggage, check-in, and boarding
The excitement of the crowd is at its high.
Unpredictable next morning. 
Who knows? The Dreamliner will die.

By SriLakshmi Bhavani Nandamuri

అమ్మవై గర్భముంత పదిలముగా మమ్ము మోయగా,
చెట్టుపై గూడువై అల్లుకొని మమ్ము కాయగా,
పగడపు దీవివై సంవృద్దిగా మమ్ము సాకగా,