Curse of being a girl

The father is weeping, 

Elders are disenchanted. 

Mother was still unconscious, 

Woke up with happiness and seeing the little child, heavily panted. 

It was the day of misery, 

Everything was doomed and melancholic. 

A girl child was born there, 

Everyone was turned a lunatic. 

Killing her would be a risky task, 

So what should be done they thought. 

Throwing her up in the trash is the safest, 

To get rid of her without getting caught. 

The night grew darker, 

And so did their intent. 

Picked up the poor little creature, 

Her painful cries couldn't make their mind bent. 

She must be somewhat lucky, 

Wouldn't have to deal with these sinners. 

No one will call her names, Or harass her, 

In this world of cruel losers, she would be the winner. 

That little soul's fate lies upon those, 

Who hate and condemn her for her gender. 

She didn't have to commit crime or face any failure, 

Her body was enough; so weak and slender. 

There she goes, in this icy cold night, 

When everyone is inside, saving themselves from the cold. 

Crying inside a trash can, 

Who knew this way her life will fold. 

Not something new to hear, 

Many are killed everyday for being so Devilish; a female. 

They are seen as curse and burden on this soil, 

And that was the end of this pure soul's tale.