Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Matangi Mahakali

I would never ever give birth, 
I want my womb to be removed and turned into face masks, I can freeze.

By Debashrita Dash

The night's quite chilling here,
Amidst darkness, light shines a mere flicker.

By Ananyaa Vidhyadharan

Heaven seems so far away.
Where the monotonous sea meets bay,

By Anita Joshi

Years back, the moment when I got an assignment ;
I never knew, the same moment I would be going to have a lifelong 's excitement...

By Henna Rambhad

There's no future for me , 
So it's better to be death and free

By Subramanian Raghavan

Blinded from birth like some,
I was indifferent to darkness and light.

By Aaditri Gangwaar

I heaved a weathered trunk of dreams,
Rusted, a lone vault of aching grief.

By Akshita Sharma

Nathu anna, with his soft paunch and hearty laughter,
would welcome us with the same
comforting warmth and enthusiasm every day.

By Fathima Ayoob

I counted behind our olive tree,
Eyes closed, ears ajar.

By Prithij Singh

I have seen the will that was made fate
That not proles nor the kings nor the priests know.

By Ishu Pal

When on the last seat
Of my class I sat,
Thinking no special thing
In my life I had;

By Swati Yadav

सूरज की किरणें मेरे आँगन मेें
कभी सराबोर नहीं होती
अगर मेरी माँ मेरे चारों ओर नहीं होती ll

By Shubhi Agarwal

There is a separate space,
Hidden deep inside in some extreme corner,
Which is seldom encountered by her!!!

By Pankaj Pahwa

किताबें हैं नहीं उसपे मगर वो स्कूल आता है,
है पढ़ता कौन सी कक्षा में अक्सर भूल जाता है,

By Aditi Karthick

Life was sparked into me,
When I was safe and sound.

By Karthik Palaniappan

Look him in the eye,
Do you see his baby cry?

By Mayra Rana

Butterflies swarm the battlefields, 
They settle atop the quiet, sickly corpses,

By Aritra Ray

Frail with fatigue, numb and freezing
On and on I climb up this mount
Icy winds roar, blinding my eyes –

By Pranjali Rai

Some beautiful stories have been written,
with every falling grains of sand.

By Vanaja Marrapu

It’s 2.00 AM. 
The cool winter breeze brushes past,
Whispering against my cheek.

By Roshni Mahor

आज एक मुलाकात कराती हू,
कलयुग से आपकी बात करवाती हुं।।

By Hamzah Gayasuddin

अमल से ज़िंदगी बनती है,
अमल से होता है इख्तियार फिरदौस,

By Anvesha Dixit

Oh kind men,
learn to be content and demure.
For there is no heaven,
nor is there hell.
Death is equal,
death treats all well."

By Ilina Udani 

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who is the fairest of them all?

By Yamini Sharma

For a while, I thought being strong was a blessing — but is it, though?

By Manya Talwar

"First comes the grub then the morals"
And I was informed of this on my last night
When everything I ever had was taken forcefully,
Robbed of something I didn’t know existed.

By Kanak Pardeshi

It's dark, really dark, just dark everywhere.
There was nothing; I desperately searched, I swear.
I can't see a thing, not a soul, not even mine.

By Dwijisha Katkar

I lie awake at night
thinking of death, of dying
and the space between our hearts,
a thousand stars colliding.

By Aliza Sheikh

In the darkest of my nights,
a deserted fire sparks within.
My jewel ink black,
like starlight, brings me to me
all the time.

By Vaidya Shankar

Mom,
I have seen you from my childhood days,
The light that glowed in your eyes, like sun's rays,