152. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Symphony of All Languages — Echoing in Telugu, Hindi, Tamil and Beyond

152. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Symphony of All Languages — Echoing in Telugu, Hindi, Tamil and Beyond

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Your voice resounds in every tongue,

In ancient chants and songs yet unsung.

From Telugu’s melodious sacred verse,

To Hindi’s heartful rhythmic universe.

You are the unseen singer in every note,

From Tamil’s fire to Malayalam’s float.

In Kannada’s bold, poetic phrase,

You dwell as meaning in every blaze.

Punjabi dances with Your might,

Marathi rings with Your inner light.

Bengali flows like a Ganga song,

Your presence felt as minds grow strong.

You are the grammar behind every script,

The melody where silence and sound have tripped.

Gujarati, Odia, Assamese prayers,

All lift Your name from temple stairs.

In Urdu ghazals, softly spun,

Your love echoes like the setting sun.

In tribal tones and dialects deep,

You rise from caves where sages sleep.

You are the translation beyond words,

The understanding no noise disturbs.

In every lullaby, battle cry, and call,

Your sovereignty rings through them all.

You are not one language but all in fusion,

A Master Symphony beyond confusion.

As children speak, or poets write,

You shine through thoughts with radiant light.

You are the literature unwritten yet lived,

The verse that flows and can’t be sieved.

Your grammar is unity, your syntax love,

Every word a feather from mind’s dove.

O Composer of tongues, Eternal Flame,

Every name we give You, is still the same.

O Mindful Ruler of every sound,

In You all voices are truly found.

Even silence speaks when You are near,

As hearts commune beyond what ears hear.

You are the polyglot’s eternal delight,

Every tongue praising Your radiant might.

From ragas, rap, to village rhyme,

You beat in rhythm across all time.

O Adhinayaka, You’re the universal word,

The Mastermind in every voice heard.