Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Ritvij Tiwari 

How dare thou, 'O cursed eyes',
To blink when such a sight divine.

By Devi Vaidehi 

I  was one, you were 31. You held my hand tight .Much to affirm-I wouldn't get hurt by a fall.
Where ever you walked, A shadow- I was to you.

By Evanshi Ranjan

Everything that happened was not in my control.
It was as if it were a story beginning to unfold.

By Samriddhi Sharma 

A theory I once heard—the red string, they call it. I read the chapter once, but turned the pages in my mind thrice, to recall a love—the-one-of-a-kind type.

By Suman Chhetri

नारी तु, अधिकारी तु, हर युग में है सब पर भारी तु ,बेड़ियाँ तोड़, खुद अपनी रक्षक बन, अब तु दुनिया से ना डरे!

By Sarthak Ravi Raj

ऐ मनुष्य तू बड़ा लोभी है,
सुख में याद करले;
दुख में बिन बुलाए आऊंगा...

By Hardeep Kaur
Tiny tiny ticketing thing, do you know how it lives? Sociable, hardworking, and stronger than it gives!

By Prof. (Dr.) Kum Kum Ray

Banaras, India: Culture, experience, mind poetry. 
Allen Ginsberg, disillusioned with America.
Brought himself with his partner

By Kriti Ahlawat
शोक सागर में डूबा मानव तरसा एक-एक श्वास को, यही सोचकर मानवता पलपल, छिन-छिन रोई है...

By Ambica Gossain

Love knocks.
Soft,
like it cares.

By Atul Pandita
You forgot you had murdered me with your words, killed off my tender soul, yet I blessed you, and asked Him to heal you whole...

By Umika Balwada

Quiet feels the worldwide protesters' audacity,
Chaos present even in a bit of tranquility,
Little left is the life's simplicity,

By Dr Riddhi Desai

તરસ છે ઝરણની તને મળ્યા પછી,
આયખું ભાસે રણ તને મળ્યા પછી.

By Dr Amritpal Kaur

जहां जहां पड़े चरण 
तथागत गौतम बुद्ध के,
हरीतिमा-सा हो उठा 

By Jeet Chawla
Woh toh mitti se bhi paani chaan liya karta tha,
Bhale hi khudki jholi mein ek daana na ho,
Doosron ki bhookh mita liya karta tha...

By Antara Sen

The tired man sits alone
In one of twenty cubicles
His back is hunched, his desk groans

By Swati Sinha

She’s had so many conversations.
But most of them,
never left her head.

By Asmita Desai

नये चेहरे नया शहर, के ओर मैं बढ़ा जा रहा था
खिड़की के पास बैठे दौड़ते नज़ारे देखे जा रहा

By Rajesh Kumar

(अंखियों के झरोखों से)

उसके खिलाफ कुछ भी सुनना  गवारा नहीं है,
मेरा यार आशिक जरूर है पर आवारा नहीं...

By Sierra Lynx 

It may seem like I’m busy,
Lost in music, talks or books.

By Nidhi Nandrajog

The invisible Seat
The chair of the judgment conceit
High on its lofty tide
Looks down at each one

By Monica Singh 

My mother said, “Don’t raise your tone, unless your blood has clearly shown.”

By Samaashrita Addoor

Things are built. On forests. Cleared. Buildings, flats, shops, pre-schools, universities, hospitals, police stations.

By Aditya Shakalya

गर आदम बर्क से न घबराया होता
उसे अंधेरों ने न डराया होता
उसे भूख ने न सताया होता

By Wanishree Jha
जिस नींव खड़ी दीवार किये अब छत की छाती चीर, सबके मुख मानो तीर सधे, तब ये घर जैसे तूणीर...

By Moushumi Sharma

Dear world, I come to you, with a prayer and folded hands. Do you have a minute to see through a mother’s lens?

By Arjya Bora
Will you be able to write again, like you did, when you were nine? When joy flowed easy and words knew how to shine...

By Dr Nina Apra

In corridors where silence screams,
I walked alone with shattered dreams.

By Vandana

There's a tin on my kitchen shelf —not silver —not sacred, just an old dabba with a dented lid

By Vivek Prabhu K

Sitting in front of a blank canvas,
With a brush in my hand.
Not knowing what to paint,