Secluded, I tried to merge
Out of reluctance with that, which is scattered!
Lured by my discomfort I dwell into the lexis
It connect the dots that self-subsist
Determines my quintessence in-turn
As faceless entities they dwell around
Right inside and out, blending and not
Inspirited by the ordinal infiltration..
They unite, the soul and thoughts
Yet the Maverick spirit remain desolated
P.S: This may not be an acrostic about Solidarity, but it’s about the solidarity of the soul and thoughts and how the spirit still remains deserted. So, what can we call it then?