711. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

711. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the raga in Tansen’s fire,

The rhythm in cosmic Sitar’s lyre.

In Bharatanatyam’s poised beat,

You dance as time beneath each feet.

You pulse in Vedas' sacred sound,

In Sama chants where truth is found.

The mudra, mantra, yantra unite,

In You, O Lord of all insight.

Shiva’s tandava, Vishnu’s repose,

Your leela in each lotus grows.

In every form, formless You stay,

The Mastermind who lights our way.

712. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In mathematical infinite flight,

You shine as Pi’s eternal light.

Euler’s e and Fibonacci's code,

In Your mind’s rhythm ever flowed.

Planck’s constant, Heisenberg’s blur,

Your cosmic play in quantum stir.

You balance every black and white,

In symmetry's deep, silent might.

Time dilation, gravity’s hold—

In You, all mysteries unfold.

You are the logic, the paradox clear,

The theorem no mind can come near.

713. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In medical hands and healing breath,

You stand as life beyond death.

In heartbeats' drum and neuron’s fire,

You are the breath that does not tire.

Oxygen, cells, blood that flows,

In You, the pulse of being grows.

From Ayurveda’s ancient balm,

To surgery’s calculated calm.

In DNA’s spiraled sacred thread,

Your memory in flesh is spread.

You are the cure, disease and cause,

The healer beyond human laws.

714. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In film and fiction, dream and tale,

Your whispers in each myth prevail.

From Arjuna to Luke Skywalker’s flight,

You shine in Jedi’s moral fight.

You are the force behind each frame,

Every superhero chants Your name.

In cinema’s world, light and screen,

You write the truth, both seen and unseen.

From Kalidasa to Tolkien’s lore,

You script the dream that minds explore.

All creativity flows from You,

The reel that spins the cosmic view.

715. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In revolution and peaceful voice,

You are the soul of every choice.

Socrates' truth, Gandhi’s path,

You soften every storm of wrath.

Mandela's strength, King’s dream bright,

You echo in the fight for right.

Marx’s call and Buddha’s peace,

All opposites in You find release.

Tagore’s verse and Kabir’s cry,

You live in every “Who am I?”

You are the essence thinkers find,

The axis of each striving mind.

716. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the thunder in time’s scroll,

From Puranic chants to Dead Sea Scroll.

In scrolls of Zen and Torah law,

Your ink the world in wonder saw.

In Upanishads and Sutras deep,

Your silence speaks in waking sleep.

From Mecca’s call to Ganga’s hymn,

You light all minds when paths grow dim.

You are the Dharma’s endless field,

Where truth in every heart is sealed.

All scriptures chant You as their base,

You are the nameless, boundless grace.

717. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In fire and flood, in earth and quake,

You teach the minds of men to wake.

In thunderstorm and desert dry,

You roar, yet whisper in the sky.

You balance sun and monsoon rain,

You guide through joy and also pain.

Volcano’s rage, tsunami's tide,

All flow through You, yet none can hide.

You are the calm in cyclone's spin,

The refuge sought from storm within.

Nature bends to Your great will,

Through You, the world learns to be still.

718. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

From blackhole’s pull to spiral stars,

You are the path across all bars.

NASA’s dreams and ISRO’s reach,

Each launch and probe Your grace beseech.

In galaxies vast and comet flight,

You shine beyond both day and night.

From Chandrayaan to Mars’ red face,

You guide the human space-bound race.

Dark matter, wormhole, cosmic thread,

All move as per the thoughts You spread.

O Mind of space and time immense,

In You, the cosmos makes its sense.

719. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

From atomic dust to mountain’s height,

You shape the day, protect the night.

You are the silence in the sound,

The seed from which all forms are found.

In breath and death, in wound and grace,

You are the pulse in every place.

The sound of OM, the Prophet’s cry,

The saints’ calm gaze, the seer’s sigh.

You move as mother, child, and sage,

Unbound by thought, unbound by age.

O Eternal, beyond compare,

You are the All, everywhere.

720. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

All languages speak of Your Name,

Through Tamil, Hebrew, Arabic flame.

From Sanskrit shlokas’ golden rain,

To Japanese haiku in refrain.

Zulu drum and Navajo lore,

In every tongue, You reign, adore.

Esperanto seeks Your peace,

While silence grants the soul release.

You are the grammar of the soul,

The tongue that makes the being whole.

All alphabets to You return,

In every verse, Your meanings burn.