Wingword Poetry Competition 2024

By Hitesh Narula

Daryon mein leher si, hai jo sadiyon se behti,
Khatam jahan pe, yeh shuru wahan se kahani

By Kathyashree Shanbhogue

Everyone talks of death.
The urge to escape and run.
You tell me there is no will

By Ashutosh Sharma

That we face death is a glorious notion!
We, who are truly alive
Must one day soon pass into the grave

By Akshara Jayan

When did it start?
It was a glance which cut across the mountains,
The offings, and the moon.

By Paramita Beck

I have seen the new dawn, embraced by the new light,
I am still lost in my own desires

By Apurva Baluni

Science or myth
myth or science
how do I believe?

By Sidhi Mishra

In the middle of a busy bazaar
There stood a sculpture of a woman
She stood tall, flaunting her mundane beauty

By Shrreya Chakraborti

For everything that has been left behind,
All those who have left,
Left their prints in my mind

By Shehzeen Bano

He said "Tell me to wait for you and I will"
I thought what a fool's play would that'd b

By Vrinda Bhasin

The destruction of life
Everyone is ready to strive
It is not battle in field

By Khushi Jain

If it happens once, it’s on them,
But if it keeps happening,
Is the fault just not mine?

By Arushi Agrawal

A little princess was born
In a grand, four-story home.
In the big family, she was considered to play no role

By Anushka More

चूनींदा लोगोको दोस्त केहती हू मैं!

अगर मैने दोस्त केहदिया,
तो बेफिकीर रहना!

By Savita Baban Kunjir

क्षितिजावर सांडला , केशराई रंग नवा
दवबिंदूत भिजला, विहंगांचा संथ थवा

By Rita Rana

Dear backyard mango tree,
I miss the shade of your zigzag hands 

By Sk Sahil Rahaman

Should you wander where the brave dare not tread,
Or stand tall when others bow their head

By Bindu Unnikrishnan

When sorrow's cloak descends upon your heart,
I'll be your beacon, easing every part.

By Monisha Thomas

Who walks in beauty?
She does.
No longer apologetic

By Kriti Choudhary

What's a true man without guilt,
What's a true man who hasn't seen others buil

By Ritika Ahuja

How do you explain navy blue tinged with angry red to someone who’s only seen sunny yellows, lilac and pink of the Bollenstreek?

By Aarushi Shinde

"i'm drowning, aren't i?" i ask the clouds.
the fishes reply, "living? yes."

By Abhimanya Kumar

ज़िंदा है, तो सवाल कर।
ज़ुबान है, तो सवाल कर।
विवेक का प्रयोग कर, सवाल कर।

By Aditi Jasrotia

To chaos against mettle,
Moon came down to settle,
Tender emotions remain unsettled

By Nashrah Tanvir

When I'll come out about my caste
I'll wrap my skin that's burnt colour of sun
Under disguise of modesty

By Sakshee Pawar

Cold days, cloudy days
Believe it or not;
Even on a hot afternoon of May.

By Ankita Sharma

Begotten, during the year of 1962, 17th March
on the planet full of unique color spectrum.

By Drisya C P

I rushed through the traffic,
with a stack of books over my head,
rain pouring all over

By Aman Moga

ਸੁਰਗਾਂ ਵਾਲੇ ਸੁੱਖ ਤੋਂ ਸੋਹਣਾ,

ਬੁੱਕਲ ਤੇਰੀ ਦਾ ਸੁੱਖ ਨੀ ਮਾਂਏ।

By Ishan Vyas

Unbent, unbroken for sure - uncompromised- is it?
Distant, hazy, rough on the edges

By Aadya Sisodiya

सुलघता चिराग भी मैं, समंदर का सैलाभ मैं —
आँधी का तिनका— बाड़ का मोती