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 Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-coming-of-age/
