Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Mridula KR

Poem is a narrative that explores the human experience of mortality, highlighting the paradox that the certainty of death can

By Dr Shreyas Srivatsan

In business, you rose with a vision so rare,
Touching lives far and wide with kindness and care.

By Sahana Abbi

My name is History, an honor conferred,
In legends, myths and tales that you’ve heard.

By Jennifer Pudur  

I know I said love is cringe and I still think it’s true.
Because I thought falling in love

By Aakanksha Pai

(On learning to love)

I’ve always loved the sight of a river at its mouth.
So unbridled, so wild, so powerful, so quick.

By Suhana Suhana

I learned from a book called Society,
It told me what’s right and what’s wrong.
Never mind ‘why’, for the list is so long,

By Agrima Mamgain

Before I start with the poem I would like to tell you that this poem is on rape. the end of the poem says that the girl is happy that it is finally over but she has tears on her eyes that her life is over.

By Prarthana R

I thought I knew what innocence was,
And then I saw him sleep…

By Urmi Dhondekar 

Where are you?
The cold night has the absence of dew
When I feel you, more than anyone could do

By Hitaishi Banerjee

My Grandpa from Kolkata,
a man loyal to his books.
My Grandpa from Asansol,
loyal to his do's.

By Arisha Amin

Once there was a wealthy king
Who thought he’d never fail
To find a storyteller

By Rachel Jayan

Who am I to you, dear Creator?
Who am I to you dear King?

By Afza Kulsum

She.
An experienced witness,
The cultured maiden.

By Eva Kuki

Staring at a smudged and deeply familiar scenery,
A breathing recording full of sighs of youthful days of might

By Devansh Krishna

बहुत अजीब से होते हैं न ये जज़्बात चाह कर भी आप कह नहीं पाते,

दिल में घर किए ख्यालों को साँझा नहीं कर पाते,

By Chaitali Hiwale

When, where or why,
Lightning in our sky,
But causes are thy,

By Prerna Mathur

Aaj main aapse apni manosthiti baantna chahti hoon.. 
Main bahut pareshaan hoon..

By Deepa Patare

मिट्टी से शुरू हुआ मेरा सफ़र,
आसमान तले था सपनों का घर।

By Priyank Thapliyal

आँसू आँखों का वह दर्शन है, जिसमे जज़्बात ही नहीं बल्कि आपके क़रीब रहती आहटों का भी, हर एक क्षण छलक जाता है

By Nishant Bahetwar

की,
तुम्हे पसंद आनेवाला रंग तो नहीं बता सकता,

By Apra Jain

I met a boy
who giggled away to glory with friends
after they pulled another prank on the teacher

By Jeeja Ghosh

Be my anchor, let me float
Tossing over the rough seas and oceans

By Ballaleshwar Tela

Daybreak, she wakes up.
Let it be summer, winter, or any season.

By Masoom Singh

Where is it?
Is it a place?
Or is it a person?

By Shruti Sapre

शतरंज के शौकीन नहीं हम,
चाल चलना हमारी फितरत नहीं |

By Amrish Urade

I gaze an unnatural smile
On her isolated face,
I ponder deeply o'er life

By Aarya Mohandas

The wound has disappeared,
The scar has faded.
The heart is sealed,

By Babita Prajapati

घर की छत पे
खूब लगा लो पौधे हरियाली

By Devansh Gupta

It’s summer of ‘86
I have the scene frozen in my mind
It somehow gives me some cool 

By Pooja Chatterjee

Zamane se chhup kar tumko
pyaar kiye jaa rahe the
Zamane se chhup kar tumko