Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Atmaja Choudhury

Holding thoughts
of how do we join the dots

By Ruchi Agarwal

Millions dead at once,
and thousands crippled

By Meera Kathija

In India's heart, where freedom's call
Echoes through the streets, standing tall

By Aahana Jaideep

There is a little girl,
Wanting to be heard, wanting to be held. 

By Kime Raja

Mayst not hunch thou hoard
As I meet thee on the board

By Juhi Jain

झिर्रियों के आर-पार
पीछा करती तुम्हारी ज़र्द निगाहें

By Kamakshi Jasra

Maybe it's better to get comfortable in silence-
at least there is no chaos.

By Neshaba K

I cried… while talking.
Not in desperation

By Sumayya M S

The way my eyes lit up,
Among the pool of tears,

By Sabreen M

A Bright morning Sunshine ☀️ 
She woke up with an immense smile!

By Saranee Debroy

The profound encompassing affection
Yes, love that I knew as a child

By Srisai Devikrishna D

Been painting with dark hues day in and out,
Succumbed to the lost self;

By Akash Kumar

उसने सारी दुनिया माँगी
मैंने उसको माँगा है

By Vijendar Sangroula

बचपन खिलौनों में ,बचपन ढूंढता है...
संग खेलने कूदने को एक और मन ढूंढता है...

By Archana Thotha

ज़िंदगी तो खुशियों में मग़रूर रहने में थी…
तुझे अपना अक्स, अपना गुरूर कहने में थी।

By Anchal Rathi

The trauma pulled the trigger.
Only when she was a minor.

By Nishita Bhandari

Teenage years are strange, so hard to bear,
Dreams fade, and reality strikes with despair.

By Khushi Agarwal

Never say goodnight first-
what if you still had something left to say

By Anitha N

Is this the moment
When I die.

By Komal Singh

I think I lost my childhood 
When I came to know I didn't want to grow

By Sasanka Satapathy

Behold o friend! How softly my days fleet 
Through the clefts of my fingers 

By Usha Das

মায়াময় আছিল কোঠাটোৰ পোহৰ বোৰ
আয়তকাৰ  বৃহৎ দাপোনখনৰ 

By Vitthal Kamble

दुनिया भर से तो जीत गया हु में,
इश्क में मिली हार का क्या करू?

By Ritu Barki

देखी सबने ऊंचाइयां मेरे मुकाम की, 
पर किसी ने न देखी गहराइयां मेरे किरदार की।

By Nyra Mabé Moon

I look outside
I see bricks, sand, bushes, a cycle

By Ayati Srivastava

The juvenile of the flowing summer breeze,
Worth a bit my memory

By Kailashchandra Nailwal

कैसे करे हम अब
शक्ति की साधना

By Alka Agarwal

ठहर, ठहर....
मेरे काली बनने तक...

By Deepti Mishra

काम वाली बाई...
वो तो मैं भी हूँ,

By Paromita Gupta

I take a shower 
before the dip.