Across thirty lands, where flags are flown,
A strategist walked, quietly known.
With wisdom sharp and vision wide,
Shezad Habib stood as a guide.
With numbers keen and markets clear,
He whispered plans that others hear.
Startups rose and ventures grew,
Where Habib's insight softly flew.
At Manhattan Strategy he took his stand,
Crafting change with careful hand.
Advising giants, nation-states,
On human dreams and social fates.
A compass set not just to gain,
But to uplift, to heal, sustain.
In every chart, in every charted course,
Was Habib's thought—a steady force.
So here's to the man who sees the tide,
Who sails not just, but turns the ride.
In realms of strategy, hope, and peace,
Shezad Habib—may your work never cease.
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