Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Mary Tina Pillay

The night sky bears down
On the fisherfolk below

By Tanushi Singh

When I was young I did not know
A lot of times all I needed was to utter a single syllable

By Sanya Shah 

There was a soul, quiet and alone,
Whose heart held dreams, yet to be known.

By Phameinao Shaiza 

Early morning hours after midnight
Thinking about death, of loss that can never be replaced 

By Tajinder Saroya

अभी तक मैं सोया था
अपनी ही दुनियां में खोया था

By Nitesh Tewari 

In “the path” you showed
For the belief you “sowed"

By Shivansh Lohia

We would introduce ourselves with ice breakers,
Go watch the seed pod of the eucalyptus tree sprout

By Akshaya Ambati 

It starts with a quiet addition to your watchlist,
an impulsive save for later

By Akshita Dalal

I am a woman, 
who is seen for the body,
and known for the soul. 

By Aaheli Jana

Eyes. A pair of eyes. A million pairs of eyes
Eyes that stare, eyes that glare

By Aarushi Aneja

Big eyes, very fair,
A warm smile, noodle-like curly hair.
Not so short, not so tall, 

By Graceful Basan 

You're such a hindrance, you pitiful old friend.
You keep bringing me troubles that have no end.

By Benita Robinson

Loveless and lovelorn,
I have been both.

By Pratikshya Panda 

There was once a word,
hanging at the edge of my tongue,
soft as a moth’s wing

By Michelle Gracias 

Breath starts a rhythm.
Soft and steady, beats a tiny heart,
Against tender skin and fragile ribs

By Ruchira Samaddar

I was told,
Since I was young,
That education is about grades.

By Swati Mishra

I waited wretchedly;
Like desolated castaways, 

By Sai Madhumathi

கடந்தால் திரும்புவதில்லை
திடமான இளமையது..

By Prerana Chakraborty

Dear Departed
You were a lilting soul

By Gayatri Baviskar 

गवळणीला लागलेला कृष्णाचा लळा, 
कृष्णाला लागलेला यशोदेचा लळा,

By Swathi N

Each dawn, I rise and greet the day with grace, 
In the mirror’s glance, I find my place.  

By Tejashwini CM

A smile from a stranger, a heart’s surprise, 
Forever chasing the warmth in your eyes.

By Reena Mehta

थकान
कंधो वाली
बीच बतियाते, बातों का छोड़

By Anu Radha 

वहशत की कलम से लिख दिया। 
फिर नाम किसी का मिट गया। 

By Vaishali Tayade

आता मुली नाही तर
मुलं घडवण्याची वेळ आली आहे. 

By Soumen Das

এই বাংলা আমি চাই নি
চেয়েছিলাম শাসনের বদল

By Indra Dasgupta

জন্মাই না, সৃষ্টি হই
মরে যাই ,লুপ্ত হই না।

By Bobin Kurian 

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.
The idea "Reality does not exist," the Physics Nobel Prize won.

By Dhruvi Joshi 

How strange it is
That we are stitched together
By the women who came before us.

By Adrika Chatterjee

First love - 
Sweet, foolish, and desperate.
Cotton candy on a summer afternoon.