The golden tinge of the shy sun br Peeked onto her pinkness br The youthful night was full of fun br Leaving residues on her face! br Whole night the storm blew br That no cover could protect br Denser the darkness grew br Hankering for a climax perfect! br It’s still there the bed sheet br Spotless without a stain on it br Gone is the storm with its rage br Pinkness stolen, she has come of age!br br Pradip Chattopadhyaybr br