Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Hemna Wali

As I sit on the cool iron, feeling the chill of age slip to me,
I remember when it was placed
on the side of countless lives;

By Mohana Talapatra

Mother struck the gleaming Steinway
a tinkling C-major

By Laishram Pratima Chanu

When no one cares about me,
When no one listens to me,
When no one is hopeful to me..

By Vinisha Malik

it was never the butterflies,
it was the way my chest collapsed under the weight of your absence.

By Tharika Prabakaran

The first summer
you weren’t here,
the sun missed you,

By Ishita Chaturvedi

This dusk, I sat sighting the demise of my desires,
As it became the gathering’s satire.

By Pranisha Tamang

What even is instant? Instant noodles take five minutes. Instant soup? Fifteen. Instant dumplings thirty, if you’re lucky.

By Pradeep Chopra

From some deep wells of past,
The labyrinth of time;
The mirror of my memories
Covered with dust and grime.

By Yashvi Trivedi

baa’s palms,
worn, wrinkled yet warmly tender,
stitched the magic of my quaint little world

By Nivedita Dalmia

रघुपति राघव राजा राम
पतित पावन सीता राम
ईश्वर अल्लाह तेरो नाम

By Chanchal Yadav

It starts in the silence—subtle, unseen,
A crack in the calm where I used to feel clean.

By Manasi Pundlik

Behind the rush of trains and people,
there's a quiet place no one really sees.
An old royal railway shed,
once full of life and pride,

By Sonika Singh

She patiently stood for her turn at the gates of heaven,
Happy out of hell on earth, where web of cruelty was woven.

By Chaitanya Somalwar

The desiccated leaves lie strewn around, with the autumn rife,
On a rusty park bench I sit, trying to brood over my whole life.

By Isha Arora

Boj h mere dil par bohot
na kar paari hu main byaan ye dard mera

By Poornima Choudhary

My son says,
You know, Ma, some people walk miles for water.

By ANKITA GUPTA

The petals lie crushed on the road
like withheld testimony.

By Ishika Aggarwal

Crouched in her favourite corner,
Her bruised knees to her scarred forehead,
One hand tucked her ashy, unkempt hair behind her ear

By Aanya Sen Gupta

the knife cut
deepest
not like the one you see

By Puchaginjala SreeVasavi

I woke up
to live soul-fulfilling delight
not the one on the outside

By Saumya Mittal

The colorful lights
And the awesome rides,
They always lured me in.

By Divya Chaturvedi

You are a just a name
On an ache in my soul
That could swallow

By Sushma Viswakumar

Flabby heart shrinks too often,
as it's finest shape is unseen,

By Nagesh Gante

Every part of Nature, so exciting and pure.
Touching your feet makes the heart calm and bright,

By Aadhirai R

I live in a home.
Or I live in a house?
Only my face, feet and hands are allowed here.

By Divyanshi Gupta

Went for a walk, absorbed some morning breeze,
Saw a child with a schoolbag, carrying it with ease.

By Fiza Rasool

Run away freely, all you want
From everything that makes you daunt

By Yash Goel

Engrossed in text, emotive
Translations and gripping words.
Hollowed sadness and scarred hands,

By Ayesha Siddiqa Khan

How does salt do it?
Lose itself completely
Imbue water with essence

By Anila Mathew

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