Of late I am in quest of a guide
Who could guide me while I ride
On a path strewn with thorns and I bleed
My guide would with his suggestions feed
It would help me get going the rough road
Which may seem very difficult, but my teacher would goad
And help me cross the hurdle race
And I in beauty win his grace
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