Wingword Poetry Competition 2024

By Manikandan Ravi

Lone, green and grand
magnificent did she stand
dancing with the wind

By Radjagunasilin Julia

Wishing to do everything with you my dear,
Missing you when you not near
Preventing you from shedding a single tear

By Mandeep Singh

Don’t show me the names
scribbled on the crumbling walls.
Don’t show me

By Shruti Kakkar

Truly, certainly, verily
It’s travail to enthuse over the trivial
They call it a celebration.

By Rajul Aafaria

Disorder is meant to arise
In this epoch of hypocrisy,
For the line of good and bad

By Vidushi Bhardwaj

you don't grow up on your
birthdays
You grow within

By Shivkumar Agrawal

Do you want to love me?
Wow! Then come, come.
Come fast. Hurry up.

By Dhruva Nalla

I miss,
the routine,
I miss waking up early

By Sohitha A

They called me Joy once.
I ran, I flew,
I laughed and cried

By Rishit Sonchhatra      

When endurance was time’s need,
Precisely I looked upon, the young seed.

By Shrijanna Subba

The body’s ability to avoid being called as the Other,
freedom from slurs, sharpened by the parochial knife

By Amitesh Das

তারপর একদিন দেখা হবে ঠিক
কোনো এক স্মৃতিনদীর ধারে।
আমি তখন অনন্তজীব

By Devi Vaidehi

One day I was challenged
to empty my soul into nothingness.
Pensive I was.ans started away.

By Rinitha Rajendran

On a battle field far away,
The war season began to wear away,
Peoples’ hearts were hurting

By Ritaja Biswas
''Don't worry I will be safe"
"Please stay safe I love you ok?"
"Yeah I love you more talk to you later?

By Shivam Kumar

क्यों छिपाऊ मैं अपने तन-बदन को क्या मुझे आज़ादी नहीं अपने ढंग से जीने की 
क्यों मैं सुनु इन लोगों की जो मुझे ये बोलकर घर से बाहर निकलने नहीं देते

By Antara Chhabra

The barred cage casts a shadow,
A non-chirping being walks slow.
In enclosed space

By Shambhavi Sharma

I do you and I do her
and everyone but me
All I have been is a morbid people pleaser

By Lyuba Singh

Smile
for the journey
that begins today.

By Avantika A R

The beauty in nature
Is what we see
In the bird's chirp

By Meghna Gupta

Sometimes why do I feel so weak
I just want to open my arms and breathe.

By Jagadeepa Das

Outside my open window I see,
A breeze fluttering the lush leaves of a big tree.

By Sandip Saha

If anything-physical can be immortal
soul of the universe so vividly present
before naked eyes

By Amrita Moulik

Did you know when it all first started for me?
These stories, the poetry that I write,
the imagination that I bring into life?

By Sakshee Pawar

Is it the grand main entrance?
Or the name plate that signifies a young couple's dream of a life together saw the light of day.

By Simra Khan

Far from fear and far from pain
I mirror those thoughts in the head for vain
A powerful trap of the delusional world

By Ranju M Paulson

My child, how innocent you are.
When we go to church in white dress,
Your heart is as pure as your dress

By Jagruti Begani

रघुकुल रीत
जाने कैसी रही होगी व्यथा
अयोध्या नरेश के हृदय की

By Vikram Iyer

Coughing yellow phlegm
out. I am sick.
Enough for the hospital?—No.