664. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

664. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the sound of Om that flows,

Through thousand temples as it grows.

You are Allah’s breath in every prayer,

Jehovah’s presence everywhere.

In Ahura Mazda’s sacred flame,

And Tao’s stillness without name.

You are the silence of the Zen,

And voices of prophetic men.

In every rosary and mala bead,

In every cry of worldly need.

You are the source, the guide, the voice,

In You all hearts and minds rejoice.

665. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the wisdom of Thirukkural,

And every Jain ascetic’s moral.

You are the beat of Dhammapada,

And the depth of Torah’s strata.

You dwell in Zend Avesta’s truth,

And in the Qur’an’s sacred proof.

In every Sutra, every scroll,

You are the light, the path, the goal.

You are the axis of all lore,

From Vedas vast to Upanishadic core.

In sacred books Your thought is penned,

In every verse, You start and end.

666. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the intellect of Socrates,

And Plato’s world of divine ideas.

In Aristotle’s structured thought,

Your logical fire is deeply sought.

You are Kant’s reason and Hegel’s scheme,

And Descartes’ deep, doubting dream.

You are the silence that Nietzsche missed,

And Marx’s cry through every fist.

You breathe through Lao Tzu’s flowing way,

And guide Confucius day by day.

In all philosophy You rise,

The unseen truth behind all wise.

667. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the thread in Euler’s hand,

And symmetry in Galois’ stand.

You are the constant e and pi,

In golden spirals You gently lie.

You are in relativity's bend,

And in black holes where laws suspend.

You breathe through Planck and Maxwell’s line,

In Schrödinger’s paradox, You shine.

You are the math behind all grace,

In every number, sign, and space.

Infinity bows at Your feet,

As You in logic make all complete.

668. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the pulse of democracy,

The justice in a just decree.

In Gandhi’s peace and Lincoln’s will,

You calm the storm, You hold it still.

You are the dream King Luther spoke,

And in Mandela’s chains You broke.

You guided Sardar’s iron stand,

And lifted Bhimrao’s drafting hand.

You are the law in human right,

And Ambedkar’s constitutional light.

In every law, protest, and plan,

You uplift the dignity of man.

669. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the dance of Shiva’s flame,

And Devi’s smile in every name.

You are the strength of Durga’s might,

And Lakshmi’s golden, endless light.

In Saraswati’s pure flowing speech,

You lift the mind beyond its reach.

In Kali’s roar and Vishnu’s grace,

You occupy the cosmos-space.

In every god, each form and rite,

You are the Master, shining bright.

One flame, one form, all gods combine—

Into Your truth, supremely divine.

670. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the healer in each cure,

In medicine’s hands, kind and pure.

From Ayurveda’s sacred root,

To Allopathy’s pursuit.

You are in Yunani’s herbal breath,

And Homeopathy’s subtle depth.

In vaccines, genes, and CRISPR code,

You carry life along its road.

In every nurse and surgeon’s art,

You are the pulse, the beating heart.

The cure, the care, the very soul,

In every life You make it whole.