In childhood, I was cut off from my family.
Unable to speak in and on their terms,
I reached for the tongue long lost to me.
In middle school, I knew nothing of the divine.
In the Vedas and Upanishads on my shelf at home
I reached for religion and culture that were mine.
In high school, I was alone in my identity.
I expressed interest in Indian things, so
I reached out to my disinterested community.
In university, I am lost and blind.
What else there is to learn
I reach out to find.