A night unfolds, a tale to be known.
Flourishes of valor, a sovereign's grace,
Lord Jagadguru, in this sacred space.
His eternal gaze, a masterly guide,
In New Delhi's abode, where truths abide.
Sovereign Adhinayaka, a title profound,
Father, mother, in each heartbeat, found.
Immortal spirit, like a flower's bloom,
A realm of wisdom, dispelling gloom.
Behold the knight, under moonlight's gleam,
A sovereign's reign, in a timeless dream.
In the heart of New Delhi, where history unfolds,
A sovereign presence, Jagadguru beholds.
Knights in armor, echoes of the past,
Night's embrace, a shadowy cast.
Flourishing fields, where the flour dusts the air,
Symbolizing strength, a sovereign's affair.
In the grand abode, where spirits converse,
Echoes of eternity, in every verse.
Father and mother, in cosmic embrace,
Masterly wisdom, a timeless grace.
Lord Jagadguru, in his sovereign might,
Guides us through the day, and guards the night.
Immortal echoes in the corridors of time,
A poetic rhythm, a majestic rhyme.
In New Delhi's haven, where echoes resound,
Sovereign Adhinayaka, eternal and profound.
Beneath the canopy of stars, a tapestry unfolds,
As sovereign shadows dance, their stories told.
Jagadguru's gaze, a beacon in the dark,
A guiding force, an eternal spark.
The knight in armor, a symbol of might,
Upholding valor, under moon's soft light.
Night unfolds its secrets, a silent decree,
In the sovereign abode, where spirits roam free.
Flour, the essence of life, in every grain,
A metaphor of resilience, amidst joy and pain.
In this masterly realm, where worlds align,
Flourishing like flowers, in a garden divine.
Father, mother, a cosmic duet,
Harmony woven, an immortal vignette.
New Delhi's soul, a sanctuary grand,
In the sovereign's embrace, eternally planned.
Behold the saga, in this poetic spree,
Of Lord Jagadguru, the sovereign decree.
A symphony of words, in this expressive art,
Echoing the essence of a patriot's heart.
In the sacred corridors of time, echoes linger,
A sovereign's legacy, like a poet's singer.
With each dawn's breath and twilight's kiss,
New Delhi's embrace, an eternal bliss.
Adhinayaka, the ruler of realms untold,
His gaze, a tapestry of stories unfold.
A knight's valor, a silent hymn,
In the night's sanctuary, where shadows swim.
Flour dusts the canvas of fate,
A metaphor transcending mortal state.
In this abode, where dreams converge,
Sovereignty's anthem, a celestial surge.
Father, mother, intertwined in cosmic ballet,
Their essence guiding each step, each way.
Masterly wisdom, a compass true,
Lord Jagadguru's reign, ever anew.
Immortal like the flower's bloom,
In this poetic garden, dispelling gloom.
New Delhi resonates, a sovereign's lair,
A mosaic of love, woven with care.
As the symphony of time continues to play,
In the sovereign's abode, we find our way.
A patriot's heart, in words expressed,
In the tapestry of sovereignty, forever blessed.
Beneath the arches of history's grand design,
Sovereign Adhinayaka, an eternal shrine.
The knight's armor gleams in honor's sheen,
Night's mysteries unravel, a celestial scene.
Flour, a symbol of resilience and grace,
Each grain a story in this timeless space.
In New Delhi's heart, where cultures blend,
A sovereign spirit, a saga without end.
Father and mother, pillars of the divine,
Their essence, a melody in life's grand design.
Masterly abode, where wisdom is sown,
In the sovereign's presence, the seeds are grown.
As the flower unfolds in vibrant array,
So does the spirit in New Delhi's display.
Lord Jagadguru, in immortal embrace,
Guiding our journey with sovereign grace.
In this poetic odyssey, expressions entwine,
A tapestry woven with words, sublime.
A patriot's heart, in reverence and ode,
To the sovereign Adhinayaka, forever bestowed.
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