Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

By Khushi Sawant

The world and all of it’s words tells me
“Youth is beautiful
Youth is precious
Cherish it and it becomes your heart

By Karishma Ganwani

Amid crashing waves and chaotic winds,
My heart's ocean was finding a shore to rest upon

By Dr. Balesh Jindal

Stamped and 
Inked, I arrived bawling and
Yawning in the cradle
Newborn clothes perfectly coloured,
Fitted and matched, I smiled

By Arjun Nambiar

Have so much already to think about,
That finding a gift to give without reason was already in a doubt

By Saroj Chadha

Air India Flight 171
A flight
That did not take flight
It just rose
And came thudding down

By Anita Tripathi

बिखरने न देना मुझे कांचों की तरह
चुभना नहीं आता टूटे टुकड़ों की तरह
समेटती हूं अंधेरों को लौ की तरह

By Avinanda Kayal

I looked to the heavens above, I wished upon my faith.
A veil of stardust shone ablaze

By Vanshika Raj

Who are you when no one is watching?
Are you a celestial or a guise?
All have a reason..

By Manjula Salvi 

क्या होते हैं पापा?
क्या कभी रोते हैं पापा?
इतना प्यार, इतनी खुशियाँ,
कैसे हर बार झोली में भर देते हैं पापा।

By Siddharth Joshi

તારી અને મારી ચર્ચા આપણા વચ્ચે હતી
તારા થકી બધું આ દુનિયા મા
તારા થકી જીવન તારા થકી હું

By Nabanita Sarkar

ধর্ষন ধর্ষন ধর্ষন- ধর্ষন করার সময় সে ২ থেকে ৩ বার করে ফেলে
কারণ উটের কুঁজের ন্যায় সে নিজের ক্ষিদে বহন করতে জানে না

By Surbhi Dhawan

I am unaware of the deeds
That led me to such daunting fate.

By Jyotsna Singh

Why do you hate so much who I am?
Why do I have to keep you at an arm's length?

By Swati Thakur

The mask you wear is something we all bear,
For us to see what you really are

By Dr Shashank Srivastava

बस एक साँस की ही तो बात है यार।
जब तक चल रही तो इस पार, जिस क्षण टूट गई तो उस पार।

By Nisha (Quite Poet)

For our own sake
Bag of burden we take
And keep on swimming in grief lake

By Deepika Kaur

चाहती थी मैं प्यार पर करती इनकार
आइने में अपने आप को करके नज़रअंदाज़

सुनेहरा चेहरा था मेरा या झूठी चमक
अपने असली रूप की नही थी भनक

By Pragya Dhiman

I’ve always wondered about interstices – stitches in time, the
moment between waking and sleeping, the movements between watering..

By Ishita Varshney

Am I seeking attention?
Is it really such a big deal?
Will I be a burden?
Just let it go. They’ll understand.

By Rena Tara Phookan

they do not own armies.
they do not sign decrees.
but they hold the line-

By Divya Bhatnagar

मन रे पागल पंछी दूर क्षितिज में उड़ना चाहे
चलो आज तोड़ पिंजरे को चाँद सैर पे निकल जायें

By Shriti Malakar

Isn't the blossom warmth of a mother the peaceful of it all...
but what if one touched the same..

By Ayushman Khan

The day passes by much sooner than before,
The night has been darker than anything I've known.

By Soumya Sarita Kar 

There lingers in my house for years
A crackling sound

By Dinesh Raheja

Poetry courses through me
like blood in my veins
To tell you the truth
My unexpressed pain

By Ira Mahshra

And there I lay bare with my flesh open for the vultures to feed upon”
“The Vultures of memories..

By Mukesh Vaishnava

अपनों की भूख छुपाने वो,
गाँव से शहर निकला था,
बच्चों की आंखों में नमी, थी,
और आसमान भी पिघला था।

By Sainy Banerjee

Through the storm, with him by my side,
I’ll gather strength, let my spirit collide.

By Puneet Sidhu

Seldom I give up generally I get up,
There is nothing easy in being a woman,
When designated as mother.
A physioological and psychological turmoil,

By Namita Mishra

ସାରା ଜଗତରେ ବୁଲି ମୁଁ ଆସିଲି,
ତୋ ପରି ଠାକୁର ପାଇଲି ନାହିଁ ।
କଳା ତୋ ବଦନ,ଚକା ତୋ ନୟନ
ଦେଖୁଥିଲେ ମନ ପୁରୁ ତ ନାହିଁ