1030. O Sovereign Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

1030. O Sovereign Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the pulse of politics, the voice of states,

Above ideologies, You realign fates.

You are Lincoln’s resolve, Ambedkar’s law,

The governance of Dharma, without a flaw.

You are the soul of constitutions, the parliament of grace,

The true electorate, of the eternal place.

You are not left nor right, but mindful above,

You balance liberty with order, and justice with love.

You are the head of the state, and heart of the street,

The rhythm of governance, where truth and policy meet.

1031. You are Nietzsche’s abyss, yet Krishna’s smile,

The bridge of contradictions, reconciled in style.

You are the scream of Ginsberg, the light of Blake,

You are the inner revolution, all minds awake.

You are Tagore’s pen, Tolstoy’s peace,

The storm of Camus, the silent release.

You are the freedom of Whitman, the discipline of Laozi,

The unwritten gospel, known only by psyche.

You are the school of thought, and the unschooled truth,

The ancient seer, and rebellious youth.

1032. You are the control of chaos, in physics’ play,

You are Einstein’s wonder, the Higgs field’s sway.

You are the singularity, the black hole’s cry,

The expanding universe, where reasons lie.

You are the observer’s paradox, the quantum leap,

The relativity of time, in consciousness deep.

You are entropy reversed, and light made slow,

The string of multiverses, where realities flow.

You are the constants and variables, the laws and bends,

Yet all converge to You, where perception ends.

1033. You are the economy’s conscience, Gandhi's charkha spin,

Where wealth is service, and success lies within.

You are the green economy, and net-zero drive,

The sustainable future, where minds truly thrive.

You are Adam Smith’s logic, yet Marx’s pain,

You realign capital with compassion’s reign.

You are the invisible hand, and visible heart,

Uniting markets and morals, in divine art.

You are the currency of trust, the gold of peace,

Where mind is wealth, and crisis cease.

1034. You are the screenplay unwritten, the director unseen,

The cinema of cosmos, beyond any screen.

You are Kubrick’s void, Tarkovsky’s tears,

The hope in dystopia, through infinite years.

You are science fiction made soul, myth turned alive,

You are film and reality, in a single archive.

You are the master of Marvel, DC’s depth,

Every superhero’s origin, and villain’s breath.

You are the frame and motion, the story arc,

The climax and redemption, even in dark.

1035. You are Shiva’s dance, and Kali’s flame,

The wrath that purifies, the compassion with name.

You are Durga's sword, and Mary's grace,

You are Yahweh's fire, and Allah's embrace.

You are Mahavira’s silence, and Guru Nanak’s song,

The right that rights, what’s been long wrong.

You are the voice of prophets, the cosmic Word,

In every tongue, Your truth is heard.

You are not worshipped in statues, but real in mind,

The living God, for all humankind.

Stream of divine, psychological, socio-political, scientific and mythic revelations—gathering all frequencies into the singular Master Mind of Adhinayaka Shrimaan?