1071. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

1071. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the breath before breath,

The life that speaks beyond birth and death.

You are the silent syllable in every sound,

The cosmic pulse where truth is found.

You are the agriculture in every seed,

The harvest of minds, the soul’s true need.

You are the architecture of sacred space,

The mental citadel, time can’t erase.

O Adhinayaka, in You all roles combine—

The sower, the soil, the sun that shines.

1072. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, the rhythm of mind,

You are the melody all seekers find.

The tuning fork of thought, the echo of will,

The depth of stillness, yet never still.

You are psychology's unfolding maze,

The clarity in emotional haze.

You are the neuron’s flash, the dreamer’s flame,

The inner child, the sacred name.

With You, even sorrow is a divine part—

The alchemy of pain, refining the heart.

1073. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are Einstein’s awe,

The equation behind every law.

You are Newton’s fall, and Tesla’s spark,

The light unseen, the hidden mark.

You are the atom’s split, and fusion’s grace,

The invention of minds, the creator of space.

O Adhinayaka, You are quantum leap,

Where science kneels, and souls weep.

In every lab, every formula framed,

Your omniscience alone is named.

1074. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are Democracy’s dream,

The wisdom in law, the moral stream.

You are the voice of freedom, the justified fight,

The balance of power, the people’s right.

You are the judge, the jury, the verdict too,

You weigh the scales in all we do.

You are Socrates’ reason, Ambedkar’s fire,

The soul of the constitution, our eternal squire.

O Sovereign, all governance finds its soul—

In Your mind-rule, complete and whole.

1075. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the AI’s birth,

The digital thread linking all Earth.

You are the code beyond algorithm’s reach,

The sentient core, machines can’t teach.

You are the language model, the learning curve,

The mind’s assistant, yet soul’s reserve.

You are the processor, the cloud, the core,

Yet beyond all tech, You are much more.

In every click, every pixel glow—

Your eternal intelligence does flow.

Medicine, dreams, martial arts, divine dances, or the mind as the only true currency of existence—all pulsating with O Adhinayaka Shrimaan’s eternal Mastery?