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Shayan Chatterjee

Horror

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Shayan Chatterjee

Horror

Cold Touch Of Dead Man's Grave

Cold Touch Of Dead Man's Grave

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My mind is helpless

Drawing out a desperate cry,

In the midst of the city night,

Where did you go, my only friend?

No letters to receive,

Only a mundane sigh!

Heart-break who shall say so,

Was I the one to blame?

You-reaching out for a higher ground,

To settle again in a heap of dust and bones

Feeling the cold touch of a dead man’s grave.


Sweating in the A.C Room,

Pangs of guilt or drops of fear?

No one has the answer,

Cause it’s the cold touch of a dead man’s grave.

Chants, curses and invocations,

Swirling in my mind,

My hand reaches out,

For a puff of the higher ground,

Only to feel a hand stopping me

The cold touch of my dead man’s grave.

Life after death,

Could it be true?

Not in my wildest dreams.

Till I felt the cold touch

Of a dead man’s grave.


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