Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Jyothika Bala

The country breeze gently brushes my hair
As I lay on the hay, thinking how I've been wasting my youth all day

By Ladianghun Warjri

After a few pace , I came to a halt
The feeling away from home was heavy,

By Kenyugi Kent

I met an old man by the road,
Shaking yet sturdy strode. 

By Dr Ankita Kolhe

Not touch,
but the memory of touch

By Hiranya Borah

On a visit to the Triveni Sangam,
I saw with my naked eyes;
Two of the largest rivers of India
Embrace each other with love and passion.

By Shreya Das

Milta hai mujhe daant
Mere shararaton ke wajah se,
Bade rakhna chahte hain mehfooz mujhe

By Sr. Perpetua Sebastiana Fernandes

My life is like a book
No way to count the pages in a look.
How long I'll live, God alone knows —

By Priyamvada K.E.

A pair of golden flowers,
Their petals curved and shining,
Their edges smoothed by a goldsmith’s skilled hands,

By Ananya Singh

The musings of a child
are perplexing and strange,
but, perhaps, exactly what
society requires for better change.

By Anuradha Singh

Life is a circle, and two ends of a circle meet,
Sands of time create ways for new feet.

By Dakshatasri L

On a quiet day dawned by the morning zen,
A fresh and soft wind did call.

By Jerrylius Riahtam

Playing with my happiness
That I can't see but am aware of

By Vaidya Shankar

I took a slow memory train of thought
To my favourite destination-
My childhood,

By Hemanta Kumar Nath

I want to sleep under the shadow of a cloudy and imagine to make a sweet home in the midst of the sky.
এতিয়া তোমাৰ হেনো ঠিকনা আকাশ৷

By Priyanka Shah

Repetition to help me process
The wayward dots and crosses.

By Nazaha Ahmed

Even if all the water in the oceans turned to ink

By Manan Sheel

He put his head in his mother’s lap,
closed his eyes, and was lost.

By Dr. Kawal Deep Kour

With a beacon of hope, as I watch go by,
Every fleeting second with a wink of an eye

By Krishna Raval

I love the quiet
The green
Sunshine on my back

By Parvati Anil

Your questions were lovely
I have read them carefully through

By Samriti Sharma

When I look at Venus from the roof of my country house
Shining so gracefully 

By Dr. Daisy Chaliha

The walls of my dream
falls and crashes beneath me,
My vulnerabilities exposed

By Yashasvi Khatkar

The pompous, superfluous glow
Lathered on my face
From the wisdom of wires,

By Anjali Verma 

Three Brothers,
Tall, Medium and Short. 
Tall was wise and steady.

By M.K Saadhana

In absence of mom's loving care,
You stepped in, sister, with tender air.

By Yashvi Singh

Last night I dreamt of the ghost that lives in my grandfather's house since decades
Lover of silence, she made a home in the darkness

By Shantanu Srivastava

Lying on the bed of my own thoughts
A storm of worries, forever caught.

By Ramya Tiwari 

Looking at the starry night,
Seeing only blurry lights.

By Shaezah Khaliq

When the apocalypse comes,
I will remember the days I was not allowed to be myself.

By Nandita Biswas

Bell tolls!
Pyre burns, extinguishes!
That what has traversed the senses?