Vishal Dutia

The one who makes time feel like an illusion,
With a snap of fingers, creates confusion.
A master of magic, a sorcerer supreme,
Bending time and space, like in a dream.

Seconds turn to hours, minutes to days,
The world around us, in a mystic haze.
Past, present, future, all become one,
As the illusionist’s work is done.

Tick-tock goes the clock, but time stands still,
As the illusionist works his will.
The world is awestruck by his art,
For he is the master of time’s depart.

© VishalDutia