Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Aaradhy Gupta

The school has finally ended
It leaves a big bruise in my heart which has to be tended.

By Mohini Dave

Cold wintry dawn time
Steaming cup of tea

By Jyotsana Soni

ढलते हुए दिन की जुगलबंदियाँ ज़रा देखो
साँझ के अंबर पर कलाकारी ज़रा देखो।

By Vandana Kanet

Khamoshi Ki bhi zuban Kyan Hoti Hai,
Dhadkano ke Bhi Awaz Kya Hoti Hai,

By Nikita Satish Swami 

November 9, 2011 was the day, 
When you breathed last and a great twist in life came my way.

By Manushree singh

I love him—not for fame or gold,
Not for the smile the cameras hold

By Shaji Nayarambalam

ഇവിടെ മഹാബോധി-
ത്തണലിലിതാ വീണ്ടും

By Sankeerthana Laishetti

Replaced are those candied words with your ghostly silence,
The lips which once felt soft spitted venom.

By Ranjana Singh

22 अप्रैल 25 की  ये दर्दनाक कहानी,
कांपते होठों से सुनाती हूं मैं जुबानी।

By Muskan Kaur

She was giggling,
eyes fixed on her phone

By Jayajit Dash

In the whispering winds of yesteryears, I seek my lost world,
A place where dreams danced in the sunlight, and time stood still.

By Reshmy Warrier

This is a fancy, exotic village,
But when you enter, you are doomed,

By Nithil Js

Nani, Nani, are you still making pickle and jam?
While Ma sits quiet, her hands just slam

By Maharnav Bhuyan

What Breaks the Bone, or Sets the Soul; you ask? 
Did I leap, or was I shoved?

By Shubha Mittal

As a little girl, I was told to dream
of a family of my own, a world of my own

By Abhinav Negi

I aim for a life,
To be lived forever

By Jahnavi Gouri Panicker

Love in the sky I waited for
Sadness in the sea I seek

By Suhasi Thakar

I've started observing my parents getting old,
I've started observing how they are forgetting what they had been told

By Rajashree Bangthai

The first time I saw her there,
under the mango tree, stroking her hair

By Krishang Raj

In fourth grade, a shadow I stood,
Quiet, curious, misunderstood.

By Shambhavi Sinha

Your eyes telling a story
Of the last 72 years I missed and forgot

By Ishwar Kulkarni

The fragrance of friendship, some say,
Even as eons pass by, never withers away.

By Aarti Narayan

When you came home for afternoon tea
You grumbled about my country’s poverty

By Janani Abishek

Here I see a little lad by name Ramalingam,
Pedalling his bicycle, accompanied by the moon, merrily

By Ramanan Duraiswami

A tapestry of myriad hues,
A potpourri of many views

By Mehek Nurani

I have seen the world now
Not able to win now

By Rana Pratap Singh

Oh dear healer;
Free our mind!

By Devika Bhoite

Like a weak man trying to cage it with anger, aggression, or toxic masculinity,
or a piston trying to stop an incessant flow of water, only to get doomed as a failure

By Sharmila Maitra

Ancient myths say that I was born of ‘The Void,’
The only mortal descendant from the primordial

By Sucharita Chaudhuri

ইচ্ছেনদী দিচ্ছে পাড়ি পালতোলা নাও,
মাঝি বলে, যাত্রী! তুমি সামনে তাকাও।