Just her luck - By Milana Bhullar

Written By: Milana Bhullar

Category: Peotry

Competition: Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026

Milana Bhullar brings forth a powerful voice in her poem "Just her luck," a poignant entry in the Poetry category of the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026. With incisive language and evocative imagery, Bhullar's work delves into the enduring issues of gender inequality and societal expectations. Her poem reflects the struggles faced by women, weaving a narrative that explores themes of identity and resilience. This competition showcases diverse voices from around the world, and Bhullar's contribution is a compelling testament to the power of poetry in advocating for change.

About the Work

"Just her luck" is a vivid exploration of the societal challenges and gender biases that women encounter. Through its raw and unfiltered language, the poem vividly captures the frustration and resilience of women who navigate a world often dominated by patriarchal norms. The poem's mood is both defiant and reflective, employing rich imagery to underscore the deep-seated inequalities faced by women. Bhullar's use of poetic devices amplifies the message, making it a resonant and thought-provoking piece.

Just her luck

Original Submission by Milana Bhullar

Just her luck

Afterword, the sun risen,

Bedridden, bloody, beaten,

Callouses all stiffened,

Down with the bloody women! Their

Excess, not forgiven,

Fishing for space, calling his name,

God! For those who’ve turned lamb. To who is pictured in the sky as a man to which they plead. For all the

He’s who are actually she’s with knees becoming as rusty as his and then,

Intolerantly he points a careless finger,

Just shut up! You already have enough and more than you deserve as the second best half

Kettle goes on with a loud screech,

Like her voice who whispers to he who never listens even if the topic of discussion is she. They

Map our givings and

Nick every. last. bit away,

On which premise do you serve that’s on a stage higher than mine when we’re all on the same ground, on our same two feet floating through space, hurling fire, and the same-lived time?

Pluck every piece and leave nothing behind like we don’t exist and occupy space,

Que the lesser of the two! And then the seven pints, let me bum a fag then cop a feel and trip your heels for a big fat beer belly with crusty beards and nasty, sick words they think we don’t feel.

Repeat repeat repeat, there is no end

So what if I’m discontent? All I am is a woman in the end,

The childbearer, the rinser, nothing more than a caregiver with ideas that lose the s in the pronoun when said out loud, simply

Unlucky enough to be born this half

Vibrant isn’t it, how unfair you’ve been? We scream and shout to the light, the sky, the cow, the grand, a god, whoever you may be up there. And

What, you don’t agree? If half the planet, in the green and clear and perfect untouched we’re treated this bad and there are acts as if we’re not enough then there is really no point in having life where the he’s can’t survive without the emotional, stupid, lesser wives . In these places we call home and fill with love

X marks the spot where the men drink and drink then laugh and burp then hit and beat and kill and rape the women they love who some still don’t have a say like the Homo sapiens who sat just like koko in her cage. But I know that the

Youth won't forgive or else cower, won’t forgive being bedridden, bloody and beaten. Won’t cower behind their hands with fingers where callouses are all stiffened. And I’m glad to say that not absolute

Zero progress has been made because now I can choose who to marry, even if that seems like common decency and what to do with my body, to tattoo it like a sticking posters on a wall, to have a job for cash and earn much less than he has and to stand on my own two feet and have ground to land on, because the women who aren’t as lucky to have been born the unlucky she in a place like me still can’t

Afterward, when the sun is risen on a planet without women, the

Boys turned men will be gone without us in the end

Countries filled with people where he only really means he will join the earth in the same

Death we all greet as people before the

Earth can finally be Mother’s once again.

About the Competition

The Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026 by Hashtag Kalakar celebrates the art of writing, inviting participants from across the globe to share their unique voices and perspectives. This prestigious event brings together poets and writers, providing a platform for creative expression and cultural exchange. With a focus on diversity and artistic excellence, the competition aims to inspire and connect individuals through the power of words.

We extend our gratitude to Milana Bhullar for her passionate contribution, "Just her luck," to the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026. Her exploration of gender inequality through poetry is both moving and thought-provoking. We thank Milana for sharing her voice and insights with us and look forward to her future endeavors in the literary world.

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