Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Ankita Singh

The sun seems so arcane,
always burning in pain.
Forced to stay alone,
has love that can't be shown.

By Ashi Singh

When I was born and as I was growing up, I’d often feel like a Barbie doll

By Shikhar Bhatt

The baton is a bone.
He hadn’t noticed before.

By Trupti Joseph

So I quickly deduced, being agnostic was the way to be,
to be myself, to act my mind and to go oil free.

By Shruti Tiwari

The humans I saw were few.
The Human i saw, was you.

By Priyanka Bahutule

कसं सांगू जगाची हुरहुर, मला सतत लागून राही; 
चित्त हरवलेलं वेड्या काही तुझ्या एकत्याचच नाही!

By Ajai Kumar Dayal

The clock is on an odyssey,
to where, I do not know.
It has a certain constancy,
though some complain, it's slow.

By Mandira Palit

I love solitude.
I am never alone in my solitude.

By Raashi Goyal

People are usually stuck in a circle of living, but I’m stuck in a square.

By Harpreet Nagpal

Ebbing and flowing along the river,
crushing and tossing through the rocks.
Traversing across the beautiful streams,
weathering along the turbulent paths.

By Shoba Narayan

"Do you know why the girl died?"
Asked my Krav Maga instructor,
to the fists and cocks facing him.

By Krishnasree R B

Your words hurt my heart,
But your silence kills my soul.
Your actions make me cry,

By Neharika Bansal 

There came a time,
when I forgot to smile.

By Rajitha Unni

I am glued to the knotty concept: love.
My love in turn is glued to the excoriation by the folks whom I love.

By Priya Modak

नभातले ते इंद्रधनुष्य पश्चिमेस ते प्रकटते
सात रंगांची स्वप्ने तिथल्या मनामनात रुजविते

By Bhakti Patel 

This is a poem again 
Not about the deep rivers 
Not about the huge mountains.

By Vaishali S. Kharge

तू ना अबला, तू ना अजाण
तूच सर्व जाणसी, तूच सुजाण

By Shrishti Upadhyay

A rain of lesson showers on her,
witnessing the messy mud, she pours her heart out.

By Neeshant Srivastava

What is that pushing my back to the wall?
For I gave up a long time ago. 

By Seerat Siddhu

Limits; we don’t know of any
A comrade, a warrior to the end.

By Vishwas Desai

ख्वाहिशों की मशालें कुछ अब भी जल रही हैं,
आहिस्ता आहिस्ता ज़िंदगी चल रही हैं,

By Arini Mukherjee

Oh powerful sea
With graceful waves
Like a ballet dancer
Dressed elegantly in blue

By Sohini Trehan

I take her hands in mine and smile softly

Grateful for my first and forever love.

By Oninthough G

A meaty coat of monochrome feathers,
Piercing eyes, somewhat like the colorless toy marbles of a childhood,
A peach-dark nebula at the very nucleus of it,
A pair of wings, far-flung and overarching.

By Yatiraj Ramanujam

I cannot hear the returning mother cat meow,
Where is she? The short-tempered mother cat?

By Alice Gari

Striving for strength, seeked to slaughter 
Juvenile didn't defend, holding to play forward
Conquering the nerve, noticed by just others

By Alok Kumar Sahu

"ଶିଳ୍ପୀର ସ୍ଵର" 

ଶିଳାର ଶରୀରେ       ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧା ଆଞ୍ଜୁଳିରେ 
         ମନ ଭାବନାକୁ ତୋଳି, 

By Hridayansh Khera

I think I'm just a hypocrite.
For a man of words, I sure say things I don't mean,
I claim to be logical,
And yet believe things I've never seen.

By Mathew John

Grandpa,
when great trees fall,
everything is changed.

By Tanisha Babbar

Old and new textbooks
Highlighting the chaos of her mind
Are the first witnesses
To that time.