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Wingword Poetry Competition 2025

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अलविदा---तुम्हारी याद को

अलविदा---तुम्हारी याद को

By Swaty Prakash

तुम भी बस अब एक नाम भर रह गए हो
जो याद तो है बस

Raising Them, Raising You

Raising Them, Raising You

By K Maya

Bringing them into this world was your desiderate choice.
Thus, feel honoured to raise them

অভিসার

অভিসার

By Parimal Kumar Das

তোমার তীরে নিঃশব্দে যখন এসে বসি প্রতি রাতে
দু'টি জল-শঙ্খ তুলে দাও তুমি আমার দুই করতলে

To My Consciousness

To My Consciousness

By Madhumita Dutta

And you left me
To my consciousness

Inbox Zero, Soul Full

Inbox Zero, Soul Full

By Dr Dipa Mitra

Emails flood in,
a tidal wave of urgency.

You Want to Know Who I Am

You Want to Know Who I Am

By Ridhima Bhagawati

My favorite words are wistful and love
So I know I was made


When you built your home on Mars.

When you built your home on Mars.

By Dr Priyanka Roy

When you built your home on Mars;
Forget this earth, where you had lived so long.

The Owl

The Owl

By Sarbani Bhattacharjee

Nocturnal tyranny invades all
Make it fearful as they call.
Day is the time to...

प्रभु सम मातपिता को हमने छिपछिप रोते देखा है

प्रभु सम मातपिता को हमने छिपछिप रोते देखा है

By Rama Neeldeepti

सुनोसुनो इस जग के लोगों हमने क्या क्या देखा है 
प्रभु सम मात पिता को हमने छिप छिप रोते देखा है।।

स्याही में छुपा इंसान

स्याही में छुपा इंसान

By Ajinkya Kishore

मैं क्यों लिखता हूँ
जब हर सुबह सवालों की गर्द में आंखें खुलती हैं,

The Wild Zone

The Wild Zone

By Staffy Bhateja

Rebellious and strong- epithets that aptly describe my persona
I am not a damsel in distress...

Never in Past Tense

Never in Past Tense

By Uma Sreekanth

The ghosts of you still linger around me—

in how I wash my rice,

in the nose-wrinkle tucked inside..

Growing up is showing up

Growing up is showing up

By Prapti Amin

Growing up is showing up,
Even when, you're out of luck.
Growing up is showing up,


मन का मान

मन का मान

By Rishav Rishu

मन के मन के मान को,
तू तन के धन का दान कर।
प्राण को..

Line On The Black Stone

Line On The Black Stone

By Deeksha Mane

The worst nightmare of a mother came true—
the soul of her son...

जीवन और पानी

जीवन और पानी

By Himanshu Shukla

बहता बहता बहता, पानी वो बह गया,
कहता कहता कहता, कहानी एक कह गया,
जब तक संग था, एक अपना


মাধ্যাকর্ষণ

মাধ্যাকর্ষণ

By Indrajit Dutta

নিচে নেমেছি।
বারান্দা থেকে রাস্তায়।

Better, in spirit and in letter!

Better, in spirit and in letter!

By Saurabh Walia

Whatever pulls you down, you better keep doing,
It all adds to the taste,

The real gem

The real gem

By Kashika Kochar

I cry to release sadness
To escape the darkness

Life of Death

Life of Death

By Rohan Kaushik

Death will forever
Lead lost souls;

A Ballad of Holi Mischiefs

A Ballad of Holi Mischiefs

By Patrali Chakrabarty

Blooms of spring paint way for the color fest,
A blessed little town fills with...

River of Thoughts

River of Thoughts

By Nakul Darunte

A river of thoughts flows through my mind shallow at the dusk to deep at dawn with just a

Heart beat

Heart beat

By Shipra Sen

Small boy in awe of father in Uniform clad,
Tried wearing the beret and boots

Oblivion

Oblivion

By Suresh G

All set to go, one only forgets.
Hearts aflutter with clay-pigeons.

மரம் எனும் வரம்

மரம் எனும் வரம்

By Nivetha Natarajan

காடுகள் அனைத்தும்
வீடுகள் ஆயின;

Red: Not a danger, contrarily

Red: Not a danger, contrarily

By Binod Pokhrel

Mucosal tissue, Dysmenorrhea, Amenorrhea, anovulatory, and more.
Are we all acquainted with the terms?
'Nay!'

Technology-Cookie's Rewards

Technology-Cookie's Rewards

By Dr Meghanath Yenni

Meet Cookie, a quiet presence in our digital lives who tracks your moves each time...

Atrocity

Atrocity

By Hanshika Ujlayan

I can't find my child, the mother wades through shattered dreams, seeking the missing piece...

Red

Red

By Divya Ramachandran

What was it called?
An Operation.
Operation Sindoor.
Red.

Bhor

Bhor

By Shweta Mishra

शाम भी क्यों उसकी
भोर तलाश रही है