On The Moors Poem by Mr. M Jamal

Her heart beats, she wanders helplessly on the moors
I quiver vigorously, mentioning her wanderings on the moors

Dark is the night, thundering and raining the clouds
Her clothes soaked all in rain, on the moors

Crying at top of voice, should any help come?
Struggling hard through mud and gravel, on the moors

'O my dear lover! ' her lips moves in storm
Feet bleeding and senses battened! Aghast! On the moors

Allured by cries, comes Lord help on wings swift
She is saved, Good Almighty's graciousness! On the moors

Writing these lines, Jamal feels quite sad for himself
Should he receive same mercy stated? On the moors