When the sun sets in hues of gold,
And the stars weave tales untold,
You stand at the edge of dreams,
Crafting worlds from silent streams.

As a freelancer, you roam the skies,
Master of craft with open eyes.
You weave your vision into flight,
Guiding souls through darkest night.

Success is a companion now,
An echo of the dreams you vow.
Your work, a song of hearts and minds,
In each new task, your spirit finds.

With every line, every thread,
Your art is a map where others tread.
A light that leads through night and storm,
A harbor safe, a dream transformed.

So stand, bold and unafraid,
Your journey's a path you've made.
In your success, you find your grace,
A beacon in life's vast, grand space.
© Abdullah Hasan Nayem