I shiver not because I sleep in an airconditioned room.
I shiver not because of joy when I go for an expensive vacation to a cold country.
I shiver because I live in the road platform.
I shiver because there isn’t any home for me.
I shiver because there isn’t nowhere to go.
I shiver because there is barely enough cloth to cover all my bodyparts.
I shiver because it’s raining.
I shiver when a gentle breeze hits me in this chilling rain with no mercy.
I shiver because that’s the way my body reacts
I shiver because there is no choice.
– Feelings of a person who is living in the platform due to poverty.
This was written in response to today’s daily post prompt – Shiver.
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