Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Shriya Bansal

Our vast culture and heritage,
On 26th July 1999, one nation tried to invade.

By Rija Toko

i remember you jumping
into a pothole
the size of a baby pool
in the middle of the road,

By Nilofer Parveen

On the bark, I stretched down to repose
And I beheld above, a serene beautiful sky
Holding Ineffable beauty, I dare to disclose
Urging me to articulate, so here i scribe why

By Ananya Mahapatra

Listen to this song in my heart,
Like the moon and the stars,
Like me, and my brothers
The words wander under a lonely sky

By Namitha Shaji 

Yesterday, I was standing in front of a formalin-drenched corpse, with a scrunched-up nose and a scalpel in my shaky hands.

By Sushvika Yepuri

Parting—if only one of us
understood the reality of it.
The unrequited love one portrays...
But is it true?

By Surabhi K

Little feet follow me around,
Bumping into me now and then.
Her anklets chime with the faltering steps,
All her focus centered on my back.

By Neeta Mohla 

It's not easy for a woman to hang a man,
for he has deep pockets,
a muted heart,

By Nishita N

She's a women in wings with the golden light,
Shining through the darkest storm with her own flight.

By Akhilesh Dhait

I. The Whisper Before the Waltz
Where twilight stalls with secrets half-confessed,
The sky removes its oath, too tired to protest.

By Sangita Bahuguna

कौन खजाना लुटा गया है, तेरी मुस्कानों पर ।
कौन मिट गया घुलकर तेरी, मीठी सी बातों पर ।।

By Sanjeev Sharma

Dawn to dusk world in bask
Brink to brink nature care not a single layer will be spare
Sawn to dusk with own share lovely fair work in pair

By Malvika Singh

In the quest of an identity, one might have to face the challenges fearlessly.
The world, full of norms and uncertainties, will ogle to stop you forcefully.

By Sangita Debnath

बचाओ, बचाओ, बचाओ मुझे,

एक तेज़ धूपवाले दिन था,
दुर्गा अस्टमीके दोपहर था,

भक्तों से भरे माँ के मंदिर था,

By Prachi Chatterjee

तुम कदम पर डोले, मटकी फोड़े मुझे क्यों पाषाण पर फेंका? मै भी तो आई थी लाड़ प्यार से फिर मुझे ही क्यों मारा? 

By Shubhangi Dupte-Kamble

जी ने की आंस तो उन्हे भी थी
पर जी ना सके
चाहते थे वो खत लिखना

By Kishor Panchal

हमदम हो तुम, मेरा नाज़ हो।
चाहत हो तुम, मेरा ताज हो।
तुम्हीं से होता है दिन ये शुरू,
साथ तुम्हारे ये शाम ढले।

By Kadarbhai Mansuri

कुछ पाना है तो अपने हौसलों का बुलंद इतिहास रचा दे ।बोल उठेंगे बेजुबा पत्थर भी अपना उसमें एहसास जगा दे। 

By Monika Bararia

सावन की पहली बरसात सा होता है पहला प्यार ओस बूंद की तरह सतह पर तेरा सा होता है पहला प्यार
वक्त रुक जाता है सब छूट जाता है बस यादों में वक्त की तरह ठहर जाता है पहला प्यार

By Avinash Tanty

मैं एक छोटा सा बचपन था।
पेंसिल पकड़ने से पहले गालियों का मतलब सीख गया।
क्लास 3 में था,

By Parineeta Habib

Like a dream within a dream— 
such vivid infatuation;
I scream how cold and unfeeling it seems,
in this morning of a stolen dream— a poetic affliction.

By Joydipto Bose

Time and again, I find myself pondering,
How money buys one a garden of peace.
Eagerly, still, the less fortunate are toiling,

By Megha Ramakanth Naik

She stands beside you, as a guiding light,
Through every storm, through darkest night.

By Hira Mokariya

टी-शर्ट छोड़के शर्ट पहनने लगा है
वो क्लीन शेव वाला लड़का
आजकल दाढ़ी रखने लगा है..

By Swarnendu Biswas

I can see I am written all over you.
My joy, triumphs, my madness,
My sorrow, my melancholy moments.

By Devanshi Khandelwal

Scared to live, scared to die
When I think of you, I think about the times that I have cried.
People say crying means you are hurt,

By Anila Paul C

Tears break through, drop by drop
filling up my hidden canal
without a sound —
until every corner’s brimming.

By Varsha Kanwar

ये है नया भारत, चाहे हो जाए कितना ही आहत। 
नहीं जाने देगा व्यर्थ हमारे वीरों की शहादत।

By Rushik Gurlani

"मैं शायद कभी एक किताब लिखूं,"
"ये मेरी किताब है" उसका नाम रखूं।
हर पन्ने में कोई बिखरा ख्वाब लिखूं,

By Arin Das

Zāhidoñ hai tumhāre munāfiq
Mansab ke nām pe sacche ābid ko loot-te haiñ
Fauqiyat ke nām pe mafād lete haiñ