Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Vinod Anand 

you walked
anonymous.
another 'white coat'
another intern.
he didn't see you
he saw lust

By Anshul Verma 

When the pulse beats fast
And sweats drips on to nose

By Adrija PK 

The bell of fate tolls,
Unexpected guest appears as shadow

By Navasatya Bal 

Our Army has shown the courage to fight.
Every Indian soldier today lives with honor, dignity and might.

By Soumyajit Mitra 

Where are we lost ? 
When we're to be in at-home..
But staring at beguiling screens

By Prerna Gusain

You are the one who says,
What a fucking struggling life

By Ashu Bansal

सरहद पर जो निभाया,
वो तो उसका फ़र्ज़ हो गया है। 

By Runa Mishra

মগ্ন গভীর উপন্যাসের পাতায়
সিগারেটের ধোঁয়া ধরা গন্ধের মতো

By Charu Shanker 

I was born a daydreamer
Lazy, sloppy, uncool

By Vidhi Champaneri

I harbor this constant thought:
What shape will my life take ahead?

By Aarya Gupta 

You asked me on a call, if I have a crush on you?,
the question was so sudden, I was afraid

By Syeda Ayesha Fatima

Signs vanished in a conduct.
A restitute at full throttle

By Bristi Saha 

You loved the idea of love poems 

Your thoughts often had grand romantic gestures 

By Priyanshi Gaur

She tried to forget that last night,
But her thoughts kept firing, a blazing ignite.

By Annu Tripathi

Hi,
My name is John, and luckily I am born
With no physical problems,
And all perfect organs.

By Daljeet Kaur

Exhausted from floating on the fast flowing surface of life..
Today I mustered courage and dived deep inside..

By Shifa Rahman

The poet was in his office
That night again,
With his redolent wine
To write some lines 

By Indratapa Routh

My father likes growing stuff.
Yellow dahlias,
Big as the sun, big as the burn,

By Veda Samhita 

Down to the Sabha she was dragged by her hair
With hung down heads did the crowd stare

By Denis Chungkham 

Soft beams flicker and bloom into warmth,
On the majestic mirror birds bath and dance

By Jayasree M R

Once, my voice was velvet flame,
A warmth that danced through open skies

By Monomita Chattopadhyay

An incomplete day is what it feels like, 
If no conversation dares to strike. 

By Basudev Paul

The illume of teaching of Ram incarnate
In human spectre has been perennially faith-filled

By Pankaj wasinee

उन्होंने जाति नहीं पूछी...
वर्ण नहीं पूछा...

By Ulupi Panat

रातों में ढलती सुबह से बनती 
ऐसी कोई शाम हूं मैं।

By Aritra Bhattacharjee

ছুটির মজা
অরিত্রা মুখার্জী ভট্টাচার্য্য 

By Jitesh Potdar

विश्वास ठेवला मी जरी स्वतःहून तुझ्यावर l 
घात केलास माझा परी का? हा अविश्वास माझ्यावर ll१ll

By Lissy Jacob

അങ്ങനെ ഞാനും മരിക്കാൻ തീരുമാനിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു.

By Meenakshi Jha

They complain about callous mothers
Chaotic mothers; annoyed others

By Saklain Sadique

میں اس دنیا کے رنگوں کو نہیں دیکھ سکتا،
ہا ں مگر محسوس کرتا ہوں،