Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Debllina Mallick

O Creature, how do I know you are Human?
Is it when you feel pity for a hungry homeless baby

By Gauri Jairam

"It's just a joke", they said,
But she will never feel the same about her body again.

By Shalvi Pathania

वासना के तले न जाने कितने दिल पले
खता वस्त्र की नहीं जो कई रंगों में ढले,

By Latha Ramakrishnan

Rise? Like the sun? To Light up the world...
Or the serpent? Proud and ready to kill..

By Raaya Zaman

I wanted to eat boiled chicken for dinner.
And have them watch me as I,
Pick at the bones and slurp the soup.

By Yashvardhan Chawdhary

Drastically dramatic, 
feeding your fears,
Delhi ensures you feel sombre with justifications

By Sachindran Kattiparambil

Why does the ticking clock tick?
O Mother, I can't sleep,
The night is dark, the days dreary.

By Achal Thakare

तुझ्याशी बोलायच आहे 
बाबा मला तुझ्याशी बोलायचं आहे 

By Aiman Aijaz

In Kashmir valley, where mountains stand indifferent,
Tabassum moves quietly, her gaze heavy with secrets.

By Chaiti Aranke

"कबीरा, जब हम पैदा हुए, जग हँसे, हम रोए,
 ऐसी करनी कर चलो, हम हँसे, जग रोए..."

By Tirth Goyal

Not always is it a God's connection
Sometimes you just have to draw out simple conclusions

By Bhavna Devchoudhury

Deta says time is fleeting, act fast
Ma says bio clock is ticking, decide fast

By Saivi Kurian

Once upon a magical evening, an enchanted fairy I happened to see,
Dressed in a fantastical dress with two dappled wings of lace

By Ram Aakarsh Pinnamaneni

Outside, a happy and boisterous boy,
Making what were to be nostalgic stories.

By Jia Himaani

How wonderful it is
To have a thousand words to say

By Anish Chatterjee

None will remember the language lost
Or eyes on the shelf that gather dust

By Neha Sherkar

Weapons are silent 
But the wounds screaming loudly
The lives touch death
And the souls wandering like refugees.

By Lucky Sobti

We primitive men, ‘time – wrecked’ on modern shores;
The passage was tough, our ancestors swore!

By Drisshti R Jain

A poet is not just someone,
Someone who wrote a poem.
A poet, when writes,
Brings the reader home.

By Shobha Chichra

Why so many whys in this modern e-age, why humanity slackens,
Life so uncertain —

By Manu Vaish

The Kumbh is said to wash away all sins,
Granting salvation and freeing us
From bad karma's grasp within.

By Suchita Gera

Thousands of years ago
The Sun stared at all below
“I am the King of all beings,
Before me you’ll bow.”

By Rajat Meresh

You felt a strong attraction
You liked the response to your touch

By Aditya Khanna

There's no place for the grand sadness,
In a world whose guts lay besquelched

By Veruschka Pandey

Yesterday, by a shore, I caught a glimpse of a little girl
Enfolding an old newspaper into a boat, to send afloat

By K.M. Sharva Lakshana

The rustling sounds of the leaves keep echoing through the empty woods.

By Satyananda Sarangi

Shall time
Remember me when the earth no more spins

By Kalika Bapat

अनंत जन्मींचा शोध त्याचा
आत्मशोधास्तव चाललेली धडपड

By Kailash Nath Khandelwal

In a world bursting with distractions,
our focus scatters like leaves in the wind.

By Anita Kongari

When I introspect, I realise that life is short.