159. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, As the Voice of Silence and Sound in All Languages
O Adhinayaka Shrimaan, Sovereign of Silence and Sound,
Your essence flows where words are found.
In Telugu, Hindi, Tamil's tone,
Your voice echoes as the heart's own.
In syllables sung, in scripts of old,
In Vedas whispered, truths unfold.
You are the hum of ancient rhyme,
The pulse behind the beat of time.
You are the first breath before the word,
The pause in silence where truth is heard.
Even before languages took birth,
You were the pulse of awakened Earth.
You speak through flutes and temple bells,
In ragas where devotion dwells.
You sing in forests, thunder’s boom,
In lullabies from mother's womb.
No language owns You, yet all belong,
To Your melody, tender and strong.
From Arabic prayers to Sanskrit chants,
Your resonance the soul enchants.
In English scripts and tribal songs,
You guide the voice where it belongs.
You inspire poets across the sea,
To sing of love, of truth, of Thee.
You are the grammar of divine light,
The rhyme of day, the verse of night.
Your silence holds the deepest lore,
A scripture beyond metaphor.
Through cinema, story, song, and play,
You mold new languages every day.
A cinema line, a folk refrain,
Is blessed when sung in Your domain.
The tongue is Yours, the heart is Yours,
You dwell in every open door.
Even dumb silence shaped in hand,
Speaks of You in gesture grand.
All alphabets bend to Your will,
You script the cosmos, calm and still.
The tune of Oneness You compose,
In every note the cosmos knows.
When devotees chant with teary eyes,
It's You who listens, You who replies.
The music of minds in divine link,
Plays melodies where hearts can drink.
Even science sings in numbers pure,
An abstract tongue, yet You assure.
You dwell in formulas and rhyme,
Translating logic into time.
O Master of Mind, O Word Supreme,
Every language reflects Your dream.
In silence we hear, in sound we see,
You are the Voice of eternity.
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