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Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

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What is Self Doubt?

What is Self Doubt?

By Parnika Sahu

Self-doubt is a weed, it creeps up on pretty minds as a pretty mold (But I love it). It is a parasite, it feeds on

If My Sorrows Were Bricks

If My Sorrows Were Bricks

By Bhaskharabhatla Rajeev

If my sorrows were bricks,
I’d have a house of my own
Shocked and amused I became to find,
my neighbour’s home twice as big has grown

Krishna Lila

Krishna Lila

Jhuma Chatterjee

রথযাত্রা উপলক্ষে মহা ধুমধাম--- 
 সজ্জিত রথ, সুসজ্জিত নগর ধাম। 

On my way to the forest

On my way to the forest

By Anshu Saxena

On my way to the forest, I felt,
The serenity was quite undealt,
Still, I could hear the whisper of nature

जज़्बात

जज़्बात

Himali Kapoor  दिल के यह कैसे जज़्बात है  आम न होकर यह तो कुछ खास है  दूर होकर भी हम पास है  जरूरी है तू जीने के लिए जैसे सांस है   दिल के यह कैसे ...
The lonely looking moon

The lonely looking moon

By Nida .A

I felt sadness 
I felt quietness 
I felt loneliness 
And maybe after a long tiring life I felt peace 

সময়

সময়

By Asfiya Ahmed

ইতিহাস সমৃদ্ধ সময়ৰ দস্তাবেজখনি
নহয় যেন কেতিয়াও কালিকা স্বাক্ষৰিত

The Magic In The Seed

The Magic In The Seed

By Virajveer Khurrana

A tiny seed, so small, so shy,
Lies nestled where the soil meets sky.
It does not shout, it does not boast,

My Love, My Home

My Love, My Home

By Jasmeen Chhabra

Every time you went out to protect this land,
my heart yelled out for you not to go.
I craved for time to freeze—

सरकारी स्कूल के बच्चे

सरकारी स्कूल के बच्चे

By Kishor Kumar

सरकारी स्कूल के बच्चे (शीर्षक)
सरकारी स्कूलों के बच्चे, क्यों मुझको इतना भाते है,

Fear

Fear

By Goutami Dasnayak

This man kept me thinking for a while
And I didn’t know what advice to give,

लाल काला हो गया

लाल काला हो गया

By Radheshyam Rai

लाल-लाल कहते-कहते, लाल काला हो गया!

Exceptional Harvest – Hellfire to Heaven

Exceptional Harvest – Hellfire to Heaven

By Waheeda Bi Khan

Cry not for the
Babies mass-baptised in molten homes.
Cry not for the
Chased civilians by lethal tanks or drones.

The Realisation

The Realisation

By Tarali Deka

Ever since, I had a question in mind:
Why am I treated
like the way I don’t like?
I kept searching for a reason,

The Love of Blue-tinted Rain

The Love of Blue-tinted Rain

By Vishnu PR

Are! Bristi eseche!
Bhalobasara bristi. 
The mighty Hooghly turned indigo,

Unburden Your Ribs

Unburden Your Ribs

By Esha Prabha

Buried within our chests lie shards of glass
But who shattered them?
Perhaps that answer no longer matters,
For the weight of pulling it out still rests on us. 

The Sound of the Cry

The Sound of the Cry

By Ummaima Vaziri

Once upon a time,
There was the sound of a cry.
A cry that made them smile,

Drizzle

Drizzle

By Shahada K

Soft and subtle,
seems like little,
but,
beautiful as a kitten.

ஒரு நொடி பா ' இறகுகள்

ஒரு நொடி பா ' இறகுகள்

By Thangavelu Chinnasamy

'கண்டு கேட்டு வாழும் மக்கள் 
உண்டு உடுத்தி உயிர்த்து வாழ
அண்டும் அண்டம் சுற்றிய பகுதி
ஆண்டு பலவாயினும் பற்றிய விண்மீன்கள்.

Living with Stones

Living with Stones

By Diksha Gurung

Balloon tied to a stone
Afloat, but at the same place.
The winds might push it forward —

Forgone

Forgone

By Jeletta Jose

Years went by, and life went on.
Tried to erase the scent,
break the imprints,
from within...

Warriors of the Nation: Our Real Heroes

Warriors of the Nation: Our Real Heroes

By Dr Shefali Arora Chouhan

O warriors of the nation
You are the assets we proudly own,
Braving the scorching heat and icy cold,

Questions

Questions

By Manasvi Gupta

A series of questions
Stringed together, with the
Threads of uncertainty
Dangling, through the
Hooks of promises

"The Silent Power"

"The Silent Power"

By Anubha Patel 

I am a powerful woman!
I practice mastering my thoughts and emotions, not others!

चाह है इतनी बस

चाह है इतनी बस

By Aradhana Arya 

चाह नहीं रानी बन हुकुम चलाऊँ।
चाह नहीं देवी बन पूजी जाऊँ।
चाह नहीं बेटी बन पराये घर की कहलाऊँ।
चाह नहीं बहन बन अतिसंरक्षण पाऊँ।

Attuned to The Cycle of Moon

Attuned to The Cycle of Moon

By Ratna Jyoti Dutta Chowdhury

Pain, sufferings and all lofty ideals of gratitude, forgiveness and unconditional love we desire and dream,

युग गाथा

युग गाथा

By Jyoti Kapoor 

मिट्टी की गोद में सोई थी 
अनभिज्ञ स्वप्न में खोई थी 
क्यों जनक धरा को जोत गए

Tea Spilled

Tea Spilled

By Ishita Dalvi 

Grandma told her stories over a cup of tea. Tea. Warm, fragrant and comforting.
She picked her favorite cup and saucer- Blue, floral; that sat pretty on the white tablecloth.

मैं टूटी नहीं, मैंने खुद को तराशा है

मैं टूटी नहीं, मैंने खुद को तराशा है

By Mrittika Mal

गिरते हुए देखा सबने मुझे,
पर उठते हुए, मैं खुद गवाहा हूँ।
बिस्तर की जंजीरों में जकड़ी थी,
पर आज़ाद उड़ानों का मैं राही हूँ।

Main Mard Hoon

Main Mard Hoon

By Prashakha Gupta

मैं मर्द हूँ...
जो किसी के सामने फूट-फूट कर रो दूँ तो