Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Mira Price

You speak to me,
As I cast my thoughts away. 
You silence my mind,
As I weep loudly. 
I know you are there,.

By Srikumar Dutta

যদি টুকরো টুকরো করে ভেঙে দেখতে আমায়
পেয়ে যেতে কত আশার নুড়ি পাথর,

By Dr T S Jacob

Morning mist on Mount Tiyi,
Catching the ethereal light climbing sky-high,
Changing the mountain’s dismal grey

By Khushi Agarwal

In a world where no one feels anything, I feel a lot;
Who is really at fault?
The one with the dry lake or the one with the surplus ocean—

By Anoohya Kanaparthi

My mother was a secret poet,
hidden like the ink on weathered
pages of her old diary
that stayed forgotten for decades.

By Divyani Makharia

One day, my love, I will leave this world
as every wildflower must bow to the wind,
as every star must blink out at dawn.

By Digvijay Tiwari

रात ढलते ही पिघलते,
इस जिगर ने चीख दी।
छोड़ दे ये मोह-माया,
वैराग्य की अब सीख दी।

By Vishesh Middha

कान्हा जब मथुरा ओर चले, सबसे यूँ मुख मोड़ चले,
गौ, गोपियाँ और घर-बार, सबको भीतर से तोड़ चले।

By Nayanathara S

The Akasha Mallige looks like an aged emperor bereft of his crown;
The last of the flowers have become one with the earth.

By Harshini Sre Palanivenkatesan
Blue, the color of healed—when smiles aren’t fake, sorrow fades, and laughter returns in triangle-shaped slices of hope

By Vipul Kumar
कठिन परिश्रम मात्र एक हथियार, न कोई जादू ना कोई मंत्र—पथ पर चलता रह निरंतर।

By KK Venugopalan Peringottukara

O! Colors, the pretty muses…
Come and join me –
The color of nothingness,
– An empty canvas,

By Ragini Pradhan
ये तो रूहानी रिश्ते हैं, मुकद्दर के धनी होते हैं—जिनको खुदा करता है अता।

By Prapti Goswami
You will find me fragmented yet forced into Women’s Day speeches objectified yet unheard

By Harsh Raj

Cherishing the torrential rain from his snuggly reside,
The writer cogitates on the dreadfulness that lies inside

By Deepika Chaudhery

The grand dandelion,
Signifies the celestial bodies —
The sun, moon, and stars.

By Haritha Krishna
Life is like a transition—where winter shifts to spring, and with each change, we cherish both sunset and sunrise

By Dolly Bongjang

A trod upon the fields,
And I find a bloom of hyacinths.
The field of Miss Meadows,
I pick hues of purples and yellows.

By Divyanshu Raj Pandey

मैं ज़िंदगी में ज़िंदगी ढूँढ रहा था
दफ़्तर के हर काम में,
बिस्तर पर आराम में,
ईंटों के मकान में,

By Sufia Begam
Thand ke subah mein kisi ne mera darwaza khatkhataya...
Fir Dilli Sarkar ki tarah khud ko sambhala...
Saaari neend jaise lays ki packet ki tarah hava mein gayab ho gyee..

By Aeman Saba Syeda

And then again,
think once more —
who's the real monster?

By Zainab Rasool

Deep down the forest,
into the muddy, misty leads.
Barefoot she walked —
no trespasser had walked, it seems.

By Manoj Mittal

माटी का लोंदा था वो,
भर अंजुरी में।
स्नेह से अभिसिंचित कर
नाज़ुक उंगलियों ने तराशा,

By Aadya Gupta
We are drowning in a sea of knowing, yet understanding feels further than ever.
Perhaps God does not shout over the chaos, he speaks in the silence we ignore.

By Anjali Dhar

जाने कब लाड़ली बिटिया, पत्नी से मां बन गई
अपने बच्चों के जीवन की सूत्रधार बन गई।
उठते-बैठते एक रोग लगा गई,

By Mimin Zomi

Being nice is an evolutionary achievement,
Being polite is the sign of advanced society,

By Vishnupriya T V

Dear Virginia,
I mocked you, painted you blue.
God! I had no clue.
Eyes on the fruit,

By Sara Anil

I write…
I write love — my heart?
I sell my soul.
I write tears.

By Ankur Singhal

The strings that bind, welcome to the show! Rise and grind
striking the chord of life — a symphony of creation,

By Keerthana Jegatheesan

I carried the weight of you, 
For twenty turns of the sun and more
All for the promise of a better life.
The once precocious child,