Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Aayushi Srivastava

It hurts.
It hurts real bad.
I don’t know what went wrong.
Was it me? Or what I said?

By Dr Bhratri Bhushan

This wind of late autumn
feels like it bears your touch,

By Junita Threse

She started inside her,
No one in this society loved her,

By Shivani S

I'm drowning in my own blood,
fixing scars that were never my mistake...

By Chandana J.S.

You speak of skies, a boundless blue expanse.
Yet all I see is a greyed out, silvered shroud,

By Deevanshi Vasishtha

The mirror reflects an unknown face, shadowy eyes, and a heart in danger.

By Kanika Chaudhary

हे द्रौपदी, हे पांचाली
यज्ञसेनी, द्रुपदकुमारी
भारत इतिहास गौरवान्वित हो जाता है ,

By Niya Samith

The wings fly in the whispering breeze,
When the seeds take flight to dance with the trees

By Aadhya Kedia

I feel the need to transform,
Why? You ask, shattered scars leave prints,

By Sabhya Kulkarni

I remember, I remember
The day I made friends with you, D’-ego.

By Sameeksha Mishra

In a quaint little town, where dreams softly twirl, 
Lived a sweet little girl, a bright, shining pearl. 

By Sunil Maddikunta

Passing through the life’s pages,
Seeping through the leaves,

By Ashima Mishra

In this city, where shadows stretch wide
I wander aimlessly through jagged echoes 

By Jyothi Priya Angiya

Fearing the heights, 
Sky-high and
far-fetched,
I reclined in its base, a happy place
The nadir.

By Namya Gupta 

I stand in the fast-paced world 
Embracing conflicts.

By Prerna Lama 

She came bedecked, bejeweled,
Cloistered in vermillion,
To a fairytale.

By Prakash Dubey

महान मेजर ध्यानचंद की हॉकी याद दिलाता है,
खेल दिवस हम खिलाड़ियों में बल उत्साह जगाता है ।

By Avita Dsouza

I gaze with love at my shattered soul,
Broken in millions of pieces, no longer whole,

By Mily Kalani

The unknown has always been the thrill,
The gap closes with new faces that rush to fill.

By Anindita Basak

Today I shall leave the blood behind,  
Maybe chlorophyll, for a change of kind.

By Aabha Ghuli

I make my way towards the grocery store, take my place in the line.
I feel a tug, my wallet gone, empty is the pocket of mine.“STOP!” I scream, swiftly, turn my head.

By Sayyed Shariq Aks

जिसका दिल आइना नहीं होता 
उस पे फ़ज़ले ख़ुदा नहीं होता

By Ananya Avni

A beautiful life,
with a golden spoon; golden parents and a golden house,

By Mahek Dwivedi

I am like fire,
I light the dark,

By Anam Kazmi

They called her “Nirbhaya.”
(One without Fear)

By Vaishnavi Rana

Engulfing him is the aura of wisdom,
Instilled in him slowly as he saw the rise and fall of thousands of kingdoms.

By Saba Shaikh

Years of affliction, still incessant,
My purple pages have been patient.

By Akshitha Reddy Singireddy

Because,
Whatever you're made of—you're made for me.

By Shakunthala Natarajan

Swoosh… with one gentle stroke of wind,
I fell on the ground from my mother.

By Bijita Sharma

"Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache."

Uttered no words,