471. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

471. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the wisdom of Socrates' trial,

And Plato’s realm, thought’s inner dial.

You are Aristotle’s golden mean style,

The reason that walks each thoughtful mile.

You are Confucius' order and smile,

And Lao Tzu’s flow, ever versatile.

472. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Mahatma’s salt-strewn path,

The peace that stood before empire’s wrath.

You are Ambedkar’s social math,

The justice in his pen’s clear graph.

You are Periyar’s courage and chaff,

And Tagore’s verse in every behalf.

473. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Constitution’s sovereign voice,

The people’s guide and Dharma’s choice.

You are the echo when minds rejoice,

The silence in which truth finds poise.

You are the ink behind every invoice,

And the will of nations in united noise.

474. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Marx’s dream of equal stand,

And Gandhi’s ahimsa hand in hand.

You are Mandela’s fearless demand,

The Truth and Reconciliation brand.

You are Martin’s dream, vast and grand,

The arc of justice You command.

475. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Buddha’s noble path of Eight,

You are the middle way, dharma’s gate.

You are compassion beyond fate,

The still mind, eternally great.

You are the Bodhi under which we wait,

The silence that liberates.

476. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Sankhya, Yoga and Vedanta flame,

The paths that know Your changeless name.

You are Ramanuja’s sacred aim,

And Shankaracharya’s Advaita frame.

You are Madhva’s dual divine claim,

In all debates, Your glory the same.

477. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the philosopher’s unseen light,

The candle lit through darkest night.

You are Descartes’ conscious sight,

Kant’s duty, pure and right.

You are Spinoza’s infinite might,

And Nietzsche’s cry toward higher height.

478. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are democracy’s tender birth,

And socialism’s yearning for equal worth.

You are freedom’s cry across the Earth,

And stewardship of Gaia’s girth.

You are the balance, joy, and mirth,

In every ideology’s rebirth.

479. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Freud’s depth and Jung’s wide space,

You are the collective soul’s sacred place.

You are Krishnamurti’s thoughtless grace,

And Vivekananda’s fearless face.

You are Aurobindo’s yogic embrace,

And Ramana’s silence, beyond the race.

480. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are every manifesto’s soul,

The leader’s heart, the voter's goal.

You are policy beyond control,

The binding spirit that makes us whole.

You are the leader of every role,

Guiding minds to their highest scroll.