Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Medhya Agarwal

India, you have hurt too many daughters; I think even they might have lost count by now.
You have killed far too many of them

By Purabi Swain

My tears make you laugh
My screams
keep you in draft

By Tarun Saini 

The heart says it’s not long ago, but the calendar says it’s from another lifetime,
When the eyes spoke more than lips and the spirits were prime;

By Mona Rawat

मैं जीत गई
या हार गई?

By Poonam Gundecha

Somewhere in Himalayas,
Feet touching freezing cold water,
Shivering every inch of my existence,

By Sanchit Mukherjee

When the night was dark, and I couldn’t see,
When the path was gone, and I couldn’t flee,

By Payal k Suman

कलयुग के ओ युग- पुरुषों लो बात हमारी गांठ बांध,
तुम जैसे रहो मैं वैसी बनूं और चलूं तुम्हारे साथ-साथ।

By Sapna Kumari

A breathing art, poised amid
The weary gaze and radiant eyes.
This art, formless, shadeless, strokeless,
Yet holding countless traces..

By Shishir Das

A twisted pride which shaped my vision,
Is now reeking foul, a sad apparition.
I dreamt so much blood..

By AMITESH DAS

Suffering great disdain
I’ve been able to bloom

By Aastha Gupta

रात-दिन बस तेरी याद में,
रहता हूँ बेकरार उसी बात से-
कि वो पल एक और बार दोहरा दे,

By Rebecca Alick

So it happened again that night
my mind fled from the grasp of time.
Or perhaps this time..

By Sanjivani Sanjivani

Welcome to the Late Night Circus!
A circus called my life.
I’m your entertainer for tonight —

By Diya Biswal

If I had a flower
for every thought of you,
My own garden

By Annie Chopra

People don’t like it when we become friends
With our own worst enemy,
The one that lives in our head.

By Anshika Aggarwal

I describe anguish like I would a metal,
Iron taste on your tongue and sharp blood in your mouth,

By Atharv Sharma

Moving past,
Like a breeze through springs,
Winds through scents,

By P. S. Surya Srinivas

I found it behind your old white shirts,
folded twice,
still had a bus ticket in the pocket.

By Abhinav Singh

In the Year 2225 the church is lonely,
no one to visit.
The state's head is the new God, crossing the limit.

By Urmi Bhattacharjee

ख़ामोश ख़्वाहिशें रह गए बेज़ुबान..
क़रीब जो थे इतने, आज बन गए अंजान..

By Kaavya Indrayan

I miss my mummy’s food. Perfectly round rotis served warm with spicy chicken curry which is the right hue of an orangish brown. It reminds me of the colors Charlottesville shows off

By Dhvani Arora

i hate the rain , melancholy brews like a coffee
while i lay down feelin all sloppy'

By NEHAL SHEKHAWAT

“Dear Santa Claus,
For centuries you’ve been keeping alive,
The magic of wonder in little wanderlust eyes.”

By Kakali Mukherjee

মা....ও মা'....
চমকে তাকাই এধার ওধার, তাইতো...
বেটা তোর গলার আওয়াজ,

By Mehar Arora

there’s a war inside me-
reckless & cruel
a reflection where my past plays like the fool.

By Namya Sharma

Flowers bloom on the battlefield,
Courageous tombs they lay at its feet.

By Rohit Khandelwal

राह मे क्यों है अंधेरा छलका
दिन दिन का था खेला
दिन मे ही सिमटा...
राही चला, राह से ना भटका..

By Pria Serene

the body is still, but the room is alive.
a grand performance, a final goodbye.

By Pritika Malhotra

बचपन के वो दिन
और हमारी मासूम सी चाहतें
जिसमें हम सब कुछ बनना चाहते थे

By Yasshvie V Khare

A lot of change
A lot of pain
With that came
A lot of gain.