Wingword Poetry Competition 2024

By Ricky Kmenlang Mawlong

Life has taught me many things...
Since childhood days, life seemed so bare,
Poverty struck, a heavy snare

By Muskaan Jhorad

Every time he crosses my mind,
I play the whole tale at rewind.

By Anish Adya

Stuck in a stormy sea,
When the waves are mighty high,
And the water might just freeze

By Jitmanyu Barauh

Far out in the paddy fields,
Where the crops and trees lie,
Where the rhinos roam the land

By Saniya H

Living is slow work, nurtured between heartbeats
Like light birthed in the core of our star scattering

By Yashasvini Singh

new york
atlanta
New Delhi
bangkok

By Asenath Jane R

Dead poets make pretty flowers
Wilting and withering through the hours

By Maria Fernandes

one day, they argued
calm livid - out of character
“must you always be chaotic?”

By Sutrishna Sen

উন্মাদের মতো ছন্দ খুঁজে চলেছে,
জীবন যেন কোথাও অসম্পূর্ণ!
তার মস্তিষ্ক তাই খুব ব্যস্ত

By Aditi Pote

Schools are the factories
mass-producing students
as their branded products.

By Yashasvi Pandit

I have a feeling,
A feeling in my mind. If I could touch the ceiling,
Or just sit back and unwind.

By Soumya Sarita Kar

She left at last; left behind
The infant and the love of her life too.
The silvery sky guides her path

By Bhavuk Sharma

कई साल पहले किसी ने मेरे माथे पे एक लकीर खींच दी थी
जिससे दो हिस्सों में बंट गया था मेरा जिस्म

By Rajannya Chatterjee

I saw end, grasping me tight in its embrace.
With it every heartbeat seemed to lose its pace.

By Bhoomi Agrawal

The innocent minds that grew up
the hurt that forced us
the effortless smile that appealed through

By Anita Walker

In my childhood
Violence was rare
It would astonish us

By Chitra Kohli

So many days have gone,
He is still somewhere in my dawn.
The things I felt , the way he dealt,

By Surabhi Choudhary

Torment and cold sweat
These disturbing nights bring,
The fitful respite comes to an end

राहुल तिवारी

हम तुलनात्मक श्रेणी में बस्ते हैं ,
तभी ईश्वर आज भी हम पे हंसते हैं ।

By Isha Naravane

A Woman's value
in inverse proportion
to her body's WEIGHT.

By Siddhali Pharaskhanewala

Mountains, Rivers and the Sunshine
Together we can see a spiritual divine

By Kashvi Goel

And I was on fire.
My brain was dead.
My heartbeat too fast.

By Megha Mittal

Tell me you are ok.
I am ok.
Tell me you are happy without me.

By Haimanti Dutta Ray

When a passion turns into a profession,
When immersed in thought, I forget all possession

By Reya Mohammad Raffi

& the silence of my smile
before I tell you how I’m doing
is a summoned narrator

By Kanupriya Rathore

He tells me he will touch me
but I must keep my hands where he can see them

By Moupia Nath

Down the aisle, she walked through the crowd.
Grabbing the foreseen cause bothering her.

By Sanskriti Singhal

Travel a land farther than you dream
On a ship to sail