Wingword Poetry Competition 2024

By Geralyn Pinto

You lay - a hollow
between two lengths of rosewood -

By Aadya Vaish

He was blue
And so was she
She wore yellow from head to toe

By Girish Saraf Bendke

At 9:00 in the morning I had my train,
It's like daily routine which come again and again.

By Atal Kashyap

समझ रहे है बच्चे
आज के हमको
पुराना काॅपी-कव

By Gurnaaz Kaur

Everyone regarded father as merely the breadwinner,
But I'll share his tale with paper and pen

By Sandeep Kumar Mishra

Hospitals are ideogram of truth where death
has no false tint of life but pukka pain, pink anguish

By Jasmine Kaur Kochhar

Those feelings have striked again.
Happiness and sorrows the ones I can't explain

By Harpreet Kaur

ਗਏ ਛੱਡ ਅੰਗਰੇਜ਼, ਇਹ ਭਾਰਤ ਤਾਂ 1947'ਚ
ਆਜ਼ਾਦ ਹਾਂ ਅਸੀਂ, ਇਹ ਵਹਿਮ ਤਾਂ ਮਨ ਵਿੱਚ ਪਾ ਲਿਆ
ਹੈ।

By Ayesha Aly Sultana

Dear People,
Congratulations!
I am stuck.

By Nayanthara S

She cleans and wipes the tiny slippers thrice daily,
lest they smell of dirt in the rain-soaked forests

By Navita Bansal

It was a day of gloom, when she got the news
Of her husband’s death, deep was the bruise

By Anwesa Das

Circumstances unbidden are certainly intriguing
For neither foresaw the leaves unfold

By Shashwat Shukla

I was listening to the Beatles
And John set up a beautiful picture

By Neelima Chakraborty

My mother lives in a different time.
I in the present,
She, the past.

By Vibhuti S

I am an elegist unlike Keats
I cannot romanticise lovers but eulogies

By Lakshmi Satyanarayana

ನನ್ನ ಈ ಲೋಕದ ಪಯನಕ್ಕೆ ಸಾರಥಿ ನೀನಮ್ಮ
ನಿನ್ನ ಮನದ ಆಗಸಕ್ಕೆ ಧೃವತಾರೆ ನಾನಮ್ಮ

By Nripanshi Bansiwal

When I see you next,
Give me a moment, to take you in
I might suddenly go quiet

By Nandini Dawar

I turn to one side and then the other
feverishly looking for that sweet girl of mine.

By Kavitra Batra

मैंने देखा है,

कई रिश्तों को जाते हुए। 

By Jon Mite

When the logjam in Parliament ends
and the government finally speaks
A slew of relief packages offered

By Priyanka Bhandarkar

The roads are crowded with vehicles
and the people are in jeopardy

By Hirakjyoti Deka

In this big old orb;
Been born as an ant
Who resides in the land

By Purvesh Khamankar

Dry twigs wrestle the wind 

Shadows burn on the ground

Here I stand in the center 


By Isha Linesh

I wake up everyday at 5 in the morning

with a hunger to conquer the world.

By Devikrishna H

I am lost to the unknown
walking without light
and darkness by my side.

By Mathew John

She had been starving for four days.
Crying loudly because she was trapped.

By Nikhar Berry

Deep down, shattered, broken, steep fall!
Choked but unrelenting hope to move on.

By Mukul Kumar

Can you decipher the silence
abuzz with the unspoken?

By Debi Mukherjee

In the mirror's gaze, she met her reflection,
A woman now.

By Kiran Sharma

मखमली तन पर ख़ूबसूरत तानों-बानों का मलमल
कशीदाकारी से सजे हुए जाल से ढका मन l