Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Sabita Langkam

स्टेशन के क़रीब चाय की टपरी थी
लगभग हर शाम
एक बिस्कुट मैं और एक तुम

By Divya Venkateswaran

Seeing the RED atop the rainbow
Stirring with a beating heart

By Akash Wankhede

आज बाजारात, खूप गर्दी होती !
झुंबड लोकांची चौकात दिसत होती !

By Aashna Jain

Happy in the way Bordeaux is red-
Drinking wavelengths

By Shilpisudha Goswami

I am in my Mother
In dark silence

By Manas Jyoti Sarmah

The day we got to know about your presence,
In the heaven called womb where life sets to bloom towards existence

By Kiran Sharma

OH GOD !!
I am a criminal.
I used to beat my child

By Manya KV

Are you alright?
Are you scared?
Is it hard to fight?

By Ananya Haryal

A Bond that's great
A bond made by fate

By Pallavi Bhardwaj

इक चंचल, रंग-बिरंगी तितली
रोज़ बगिया में आती थी,

By Pinky Priyadarshini Sarma

Call me a damsel
And I shall drag you to hell.

By Nanki Kandhari

At five, Mumma taught me simple words-
"Boy." "Girl." "Bedroom."

By Ranjana Chakraborty

She walks with dreams beneath her feet,
A heart that hopes, a will so sweet.

By Neha Arora

As we sat next to each other
She yawned, looked away at another

By Sandhya S

A Mother's love is like no other, pure and unconditional 
It gives us smile and hopes in additional.

By Neha Garg

Lying in the bed
Was I having severe pain in my head?

By Parul Daftari

The older I get the more I see
Richness that binds

By Eldora Betsy Lyngdoh

My Heart pains, my soul unrest,
As I reflect on the moment

By L Christy Helen

At dusk, as birds return to their nests
and children rush home,

By Rutvik Kubavat

'She has been in vogue since ages,
Glaring lights reflecting off her luminous skin

By Bennet Mariya

The dawn's paw
unfurls in the alley

By Paras Dogra

Was I always a man? Yes, I was born with dysphoria,
As a kid, I saw myself as male, But- Was I always a man?

By Sudhir Tomar

मैं तुमसे सीख रहा हूँ,
क्या और कैसे तुम्हे पड़ाऊ

By Al Sha

Between my heart & my words
there is a space no one knows.

By Harish Kumar Ravi

आइस क्रीम
एक व्यक्ति लगातार मचा कर शोर

By Sunanda Karmakar

उमर में कुछ 8 साल की होगी
बोलने में सबकी दादी है

By Ramen Nath 

ঘূৰি যাও মই এৰি অহা
তাহানিৰ কত যে ৰঙৰ

By Joby Chacko

എനിക്കുണ്ടായ നഷ്ടങ്ങൾ നികത്താൻ അവൾ വന്നു.
ആ നഷ്ടങ്ങളുടെ വേദന ഞാൻ പതുക്കെ മറന്നു.

By Aryan Parnandiwar 

क्यूँ हम ज़िंदगी जीना मुश्किल बनाते है?
क्यूँ हम छोटी-छोटी बाटो पर बुरा मान जाते है?

By Udita Banerjee

The summer winds started changing its course.
Now the red roses started blooming.