When I Am Famous Poem by Deepak Manchanda of Delhi

When I am famous
And known to everyone
In my very own way
Suits boots jackets and ties
Weaves colors and styles
Alone will not do

When I am famous
And gazing at the crowd far below
Or zipping by those lining the street
Pausing a moment for the cameras
Just that alone will not do

When I am famous
When I am seen
More than being heard
I must certainly
Know and learn
And practice really - how to
Wave.

When I am famous
The first thing I must practice is
How to do a stately wave

Will I wave grandly like the orchestra conductor?
Or majestically - with a slight nod of head?

A wave with one hand
Stiffly wiping the air
Or a wave with both hands
Raised high over head?

A gentle slow moving rocking hand
Or just firm two fingers for victory?

A wave - pushing down the air
Or a supplicating wave raising both hands upwards?

A wave combined with a little body sway
Or a few quick steps to make the wave really special?

A wave to reach out far across the sea of faces
Or a wave with a fist to rouse a million hearts?

When I am famous
The first thing I really must know
Is - how to reach out
And make a stately wave.

When will I be famous?
When will I need to know how to wave?

For now let us
Just wave that question away.





© Deepak Manchanda – July 7,2015