Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Megha Bairwa

ए काश, काश तू ना होता
ना हंसा चलो पर ना रोता

By Nutan S. Pariyangat 

गर है शिकायतें तो है प्यार भी
गर हैं मंजिलें तो हैं रास्ते भी

By Yash Dubey

यह व्यक्तित्व का प्रभाव है, कुछ बात है तभी तो ताव है

By Sulakshana Guha

You
Pinch the edge of steel and stir the whirlpool grains inside.

By K. Ushaa Murlidhar 

ಅದು ಪಂಜರವಲ್ಲ ಅದು ಬಂಧನವಲ್ಲ 
ಅದು ಕಂಟಕವಲ್ಲ ಅದು ಕಂದಕವಲ್ಲ 

By Rai Mitra 

I gave up on any kind of probability,
of redeeming myself from this spiral of self-mutilation.

By Sara Khanam Majidi 

This year will pass with one passing night.
A new morning will come with a new year.

By Ninggousiam Songput 

In vigil, I shall lift my laden affliction unto Thee,
For the reckoning of peace, 

By Alia Zehra

Houses tumble into bricks, trees burn into smoke, 
Doors collapse, windows break,
Water trickles,

By Zoeb Kamdar 

Vacant eyes
Staring
Out the
Window
Time
Stands still.

By Preeti Vartak 

Hurt people,hurt people
And the cycle continues

By Sonia Rani  

पहलगाव की धरती पर मानवता शर्मसार हुई
गूँज उठी वादिया चीखों से, हर और हाहाकार हुई

By Archish Mazumdar 

Tell me little girl, how old are you?
I don’t know, Sir. Mother knew perhaps.

By Adyata Dave Trivedi

When you smile, my life extends-
like the sky stretches past,

By Nivedita Agashe 

That summer,
when I was as tall as
my grandma’s knees,
she decided to send me,
to an art class.

By Nidhi Rana 

Do you remember that warm winter noon,
when the word of love was still unspoken between us?

By Sheetal Vadada 

Seagull shrill cries...
Divorcing scary lies..
Eating french fries...
A girl dies!

By Deepti Talwar 

Bloated and beguiled
as my spirit floats by
yonder away

By Zom

The fretful one, whose afraid to be seen,
Whose missing himself and lost his green

By Nandana Nair

Perfect, poised, and elegant,
Is all you would ever need to be.

By Suprima Roy 

There are times I feel too heavy to write
All drained and confused with cluttered thoughts and hush-hush fights

By Sumeet Kumar Mitra

Staring at me is a dark shadow,
I see a man through the glass window

By Sonali Negi 

It’s an early winter evening,
The world grows darker still.

By Dr. Muraly TV 

Shining in the depth of darkness
With rays of hope that illuminate the lives

By Sejal Bali 

I possess a portrait,
it's colors are like seasons,
people's pick for me is winter,
but my ultimate superior pick is spring

By Gopinath Srinivasa Iyengar 

are non-residents but Indian
Who live outside our nation

By Rutwicka Reddy

Do we fear the dark because coffins are unlit?

By Deepti Bhatia

Let me tell you a story,
From the pages of our personal book,

By Suryansh Raj Patel

Long ago, lived a barbaric..
had no love, had no guilt.

By Seema Jain

बनारस की धरती
धूल से स्वागत करती है..