When child is born in Indian-subcontinent.

Before pregnancy

Don’t they ask son or daughter?

Son is an income, a blessing,

Daughter is an expense, half-hearted welcome.

With the first cry

Dips tear of shame.

Born alive, but for those

She is still to be born.

In this world of Mr. and Miss

No man or woman

Will accrue as desired.

So what’s between these two creatures?

One very sour, can’t be embraced,

Another very mellifluous, can’t be rejected.

One strange to be called your own.

Another not strange,
Though will be sold
 If goods in the market.

No man or woman

Will accrue as desired

So aren't in this world of Mr. and Miss,

Is a child born not of his or her?