Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Isha Jain

सबको प्यारे लगते हैं,
बगिया के वो नन्हे गुल, 
जिनके कदम डगमगाते, 
शब्द अबूझ से, फिर भी रस घोल ।

By Poulomi Bhattacharya

Deleted chapters and highlighted topics, 
Teaching a lass to be a woman, 
Calm and dignified, not volatile, 
Forced obedience served on a platter 

By Sumitha Mary Jacob

The curtain plants creep down in unison
To flourish and not to fail
The leaf strings intertwine in elegant ensemble 

By RAVI KUMAR D

Alarm rang ,as usual I snoozed
It was Monday again, so I wasn’t amused
Wake up its already 8, I am going to Farm

By Ritika Kumari

How does it feel to be winter or fall
Why do we have to run ,with the seasons all along 
Why can't I stay cold if that's what I want 

By Vasuki R

நீ எழுந்தால் தானே எனக்கு காலைகள் வரும்..
நீ படுக்கை விரித்தால் தானே எனக்கு இரவுகள் வரும் ..

By Anannya Senapati

It wears a suit, a badge, a robe.
It stands in courtrooms,
Sits in offices,
Votes on laws that crush quietly.

By Urvashi Verma

I searched myself again and again
sometimes in flower
sometimes in colour 
sometimes in song, and in music

By Archit Potnis

They started off quite well, I heard
Inching through a cavernous plateau;
Dampened by gusts of doubt
And mocked by unforgiving men

By Deepti G Shastry

Igniting the blushing, golden hues,
Painter of the sky descends down,
The day exhales, as the sunlight drifts,
Wrapping new surprises unknown.

By DIPSHIKHA DAS

Who are you?
You are made up of imagination
You were made out of desperation
A fictional character

By Samridhi Sharma

Elixir to my bones, serenity to my heart's core,
His presence was life to my annihilated soul.
I bleed crimson red in his infidelity,

By Dr.Ritu Varshney

when people eye to eye 
let's put it in and see me
and start asking
here and there

By Supriyaa Hejib

Since I stepped foot on the soil of this country,
I haven’t been able to find the rhythm.

By Neera Jain

I practice
Mindfulness and Letting Go
Like holding on to a rock battered

By Poulomi Biswas

In the quiet corners of a house so bare,
A father paints dreams, colors here and there.

By Leanne Sebastian

The cemetery by the beach, where the waves do cry
My Grandpa rests, under the open sky
We sit beside

By Subrata Bhattacharya

Poetry comes from an idea.
An Idea comes from a formulated thought.
A thought comes from observation of nature's beauty

Jhansi Clement

There she is, more beautiful in her
 mercurial mood,

Dr. Latha Biju

When all the voices fall asleep;
 And stars hide behind the dark clouds, 
 Heart begins its silent roam,

By Dr.Rani Mathew

Can you hear me from afar, my friend?
Though miles stretch wide, my voice finds its way,
No email or

Kashish Singh

It rained the morning I was meant to leave.
 That kind of rain that sinks into your thoughts
 before your clothes.

By Kartikeya Bahl

In the morning as I wake up,
Thrown away from the world of dreams,
Aghast and shaken am I as

Vediccaa Ramdanee

"You never understand me", I shouted, while slamming the door on my parents.
 
 I collapse on the bed, with tears making my nose red.
 

By Fatma Zohra

(For the place that arrived just in time)
I didn’t arrive the way the stories begin—
not with bright eyes

Riya Jain

Was I always like this ?
 Always thinking,
 Never present in the moment.
 Always a reason escape , never to live.

Deepika Garg

SHE came in this world 
 With no identity. 
 Holds her father's name 
 To feel sustain.

Smritii Lavte

A sign of my silenced oppression 
 Chimes in like a raging alarm,
 Like waking a sleepy head on a warm morning,
 I become an arbitrator

Jaswinder Kaur

If only, my heart said;
 He had kissed me to say he cares.
 But why can't you feel the warmth of the sun's kiss on your soft cheeks;
 The blooming sunflower said.

By Dolly Jadwani 

The first step onto the platform, and it was like a déjà vu of a negative form,
I had never felt like this in any way