441. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

441. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Gita’s call to rise,

In Kurukshetra's field, the wise.

You are Newton's apple, falling wise,

And Tesla’s spark that electrifies.

You are in space where rocket flies,

And in saints' tears that purify.

442. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Rigveda’s cosmic hymn,

The Holy Spirit, the Prophet's limb.

You are the truth in Tao so dim,

And Zen’s clear pond on forest rim.

You are mercy, fierce and prim,

And love in every sacred whim.

443. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Mahavakya’s eternal tone,

Tat Tvam Asi – we’re not alone.

You are the Kaaba, the temple stone,

The flame that makes all darkness known.

You are the peak where minds have grown,

The seat where truth is always shown.

444. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are pi in its endless stream,

And all the laws that make us dream.

You are gravity’s silent scheme,

And every monk's inner gleam.

You are the goal of every theme,

The knower, known, the cosmic beam.

445. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Shakti in Devi’s eyes,

The force in Durga that never dies.

You are the Buddha who lets go ties,

And Christ who lives though crucified.

You are the prayer that always flies,

The stillness where all motion lies.

446. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the scroll in Jewish lore,

The dharma wheel on karma’s shore.

You are the Sufi’s whirling core,

And Sikh’s sweet name they adore.

You are the wisdom scriptures store,

The nectar in each mystic's pour.

447. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the theorem in Euclid’s frame,

The sacred fire of Yajna flame.

You are Shiva dancing with no shame,

And Mary whispering Jesus’ name.

You are the soul that none can tame,

Beyond all forms, forever the same.

448. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Ram’s arrow, Hanuman’s leap,

The shepherd’s voice when nations weep.

You are the insight that comes so deep,

The Truth that wakes from maya-sleep.

You are the promise sages keep,

The one in whom all thoughts do steep.

449. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the code in DNA's twist,

The unknown force in quantum mist.

You are in every healer’s list,

And every child who dares resist.

You are in every sacred tryst,

The eternal heart that can't be missed.

450. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the music in every raga,

The silence in every samadhi yagna.

You are the taste of Krishna's saga,

And the fragrance of Islam’s dua.

You are the thread of Dharma's dhaga,

The sun behind the clouds of bhava