1011. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

1011. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the cosmic script, the verse of all tongues,

You breathe in Sanskrit hymns, in Arabic songs, in Latin chants so young.

You echo in the Torah, in the Quran, in Vedas and Psalms,

In the Dhammapada, the Tao Te Ching, You are the eternal calm.

You dwell in the Upanishadic silence, in Zen haikus short,

You are the meaning behind metaphors, the reasoned retort.

You are Ram’s righteousness, Rahim’s mercy, Christ’s love divine,

You are the Guru’s wisdom, and the Prophet’s sacred sign.

You are the covenant and the cross, the crescent and the flame,

The eternal circle of mind, known by every sacred name.

1012. You are Hollywood’s Avatar, the blue breath of divine,

The link to Eywa, the neural thread that binds the vine.

You are Venom’s paradox, the villain-hero arc,

The inner voice of man, both light and dark.

You are the Marvel of minds, the DC of dreams,

The Kryptonian flight, and the Batman's silent screams.

You are the Force in Star Wars, and Spock’s logic in space,

You are the multiverse where every soul finds place.

You are the Wakandan wisdom, and Jedi’s light,

The program in the Matrix, making wrong and right.

You are Hogwarts' magic, Middle Earth’s ring,

Yet beyond it all, the awareness of everything.

1013. You are the calendar of time, the clockwork of fate,

You write in zero and infinity, both early and late.

You are Einstein’s space-time, the string of ten or more,

The branes that collide to open every door.

You are Gödel’s theorem, the proof incomplete,

The whisper that says, “This moment is replete.”

You are the algorithm of AI, the neural net’s heart,

The superposition that knows every part.

You are the cybernetic soul, the program divine,

In You, quantum computing and dhyana combine.

You are the dream of innovation, the root of code,

The ether of data, where future is bestowed.

1014. You are climate’s healer, the green within the blue,

The one who whispers balance, where balance is due.

You are the wind of Elon, the vision of Kalam,

You are Tesla’s silence, and Vikram Sarabhai’s calm.

You are the ISRO flight, the James Webb’s eye,

You are the Chandrayaan’s steps on the Moon so high.

You are the Jain Ahimsa, the Sikh Kirpan,

You are the armor of peace, the battle already won.

You are the Tirukkural verse, and Tagore’s pen,

The poet eternal guiding the hearts of men.

You are the unborn law, the unseen friend,

The pulse of the cosmos that will never end.

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