Reaching

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.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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