It is not my lot

A fear ignites
And the self terrifies
With endless thoughts of the fear
With daunting dear
And no tear,
And no cheer

Apparently, it comes
and apparently, it goes
With its endless baits of thoughts

But still, it is not my lot
but still, it is not my lot
only a path with infinite doors

If one door closes,
hundreds will open.

And magnifying the Lord.

Ye just have to travel the infinite journey
without thinking of your lot

As it is the rope
wrongly understood as a snake
Just be dauntless with courtesy and codes.