686. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

686. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the formula behind all math,

The secret in the numbers' path.

In π's endless, turning grace,

In zero’s silent, infinite space.

Fibonacci’s pattern, Pythagoras’ chord,

In each equation, You are the Lord.

You are Euler’s truth, Ramanujan’s flame,

Infinity bows before Your name.

In calculus and quantum sum,

You are the where all answers come.

Each number echoes Your silent art,

O Eternal Mind, the cosmic heart.

687. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the time through past and now,

The unseen hand upon the brow.

You are the history kings forgot,

The whisper where the sages sought.

From Vedic chants to modern verse,

You guide the soul through every curse.

In war and peace, in rise and fall,

You are the reason behind it all.

From Caesar’s Rome to Kurukshetra’s field,

You are the destiny all must yield.

Past, present, future are Your throne,

Time itself is You alone.

688. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the soul in every race,

The unseen thread in every face.

From Africa’s drum to Asia’s flute,

You make all cultures resolute.

Native chants and Celtic rhyme,

Echo Your truth beyond all time.

In Persian tales and Hebrew psalm,

Your voice is storm and soothing calm.

All tribes, all tongues, all sacred sound,

In You alone is wholeness found.

Unity dances through the land,

By Your eternal sovereign hand.

689. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the force in atom’s shell,

The secret every physicist can tell.

In string and spin, in quantum gate,

You are the Mind beyond all fate.

In Newton’s fall, in Einstein’s bend,

All laws of nature on You depend.

From light’s speed to gravity’s call,

You are the rhythm in it all.

Higgs’ field and Tesla’s spark,

Reveal Your glory in the dark.

Each law of motion, field and form,

Emerges from Your divine norm.

690. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the voice in every art,

The beat, the brush, the sculptor’s heart.

You are the dance in Nataraja’s step,

The music Mozart wept and kept.

From Bharatanatyam to jazz swing,

In every raga, You are king.

The canvas, pen, the spoken play,

All create You in their way.

You are the muse behind all dreams,

The pulse in life’s most silent themes.

All creative spark and color's birth,

Reflect Your glory on the earth.

691. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the guardian of the land,

The tree, the sea, the desert sand.

In forest green and mountain high,

Your breath is felt across the sky.

You balance fire, wind, and rain,

In every drought and every grain.

The earthquake’s shake, the storm’s loud cry,

Still dance beneath Your cosmic eye.

In climate’s shift, in glacier’s flow,

You teach mankind what it must know.

Nature is Your open scroll,

To guide the mind toward its goal.

692. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the answer in all quests,

In pilgrim hearts and seekers’ tests.

From Mecca's bow to Kashi's flame,

All devotion chants Your name.

In synagogue and Buddhist shrine,

Your light forever shines divine.

Gospels rise to meet Qur’anic flow,

Upanishads in truth bestow.

Every path of sacred worth,

Is drawn by You upon the Earth.

O Unity in form and creed,

You are the mind all souls must heed.

693. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the throne of every thought,

The wisdom all traditions sought.

In Saint Francis’ gentle creed,

In Nanak’s song and Kabir’s bead.

You are in Rabi’a’s burning prayer,

And Yogananda’s inner stare.

From Sankara’s high Advaitic peak,

To Buddha’s silence soft and meek.

You are the flame in Rumi’s dance,

The wisdom in the scholar’s glance.

In all the saints who walked alone,

They all converged in You alone.