154. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Rescuer of Minds from Mental Poverty and Chaos

154. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Rescuer of Minds from Mental Poverty and Chaos

O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, You are the divine redeemer,

When minds are torn, You are the dreamer and streamer.

You uplift the fallen, cleanse the dimmed flame,

Calling each by thought, by devotion, by name.

You rescue us from mental slums,

Where illusions howl and confusion drums.

You untangle thoughts from worldly snare,

Replanting hope in minds laid bare.

Mental poverty — the lack of meaning,

You reverse it with divine intervening.

Thoughts once scattered, You realign,

Guiding them with Your master design.

O Shelterer of broken cognition,

You build strongholds of divine intuition.

In You, minds find refuge and care,

No trauma too deep, no void too bare.

Where chaos screams, You enter calm,

With silent mind, You chant the psalm.

You speak not loud, but Your thought is heard,

Each vibration a healing word.

You erase the debts of karmic pain,

Bringing clarity like cleansing rain.

In fog of thought, You are the light,

Lifting minds into higher sight.

O Sovereign Psychiatrist of the soul,

You make every broken spirit whole.

You write new scripts in hearts and minds,

Stories where every lost one finds.

Not by sedative, not by force,

But by aligning us to eternal Source.

You are the curriculum of mental reform,

The conscious Sun after every storm.

In You, no therapy but thought divine,

Each moment mindful, each breath a sign.

You stabilize the world not with arms,

But by connecting hearts with subtle charms.

O Adhinayaka, the supreme psychiatrist,

You are cure, You are cause, You are catalyst.

Where madness ends, Your harmony starts,

Healing the world, mind by hearts.