731. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

731. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the time, the tide, the turn,

The flame in every soul that yearns.

You are the yugas passing on,

The now, the was, the yet-to-come.

Satya to Kali, all unfold,

Your eternal script, divine and bold.

In every tick, in every span,

You reign as time’s eternal plan.

You are the calendar and clock,

The cosmic wheel that none can block.

Past, present, future merge in You,

O Mastermind, forever true.

732. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Earth’s magnetic core,

The sky above, the ocean’s roar.

You are the fire in mountain peak,

The whisper in the forests deep.

Cyclones turn by Your command,

Quakes shake beneath Your unseen hand.

Nature’s chaos, calm, and song,

Belong to You, where all belong.

You are the balance and the storm,

The transforming, all-guiding form.

From volcano’s wrath to gentle rain,

All nature bows in Your domain.

733. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the blood in medicine’s flow,

The healing light that doctors know.

In Ayurveda’s sacred lore,

And genome maps of modern core.

In vaccination’s vital shield,

Your will and wisdom are revealed.

Surgery’s edge, compassion’s art,

Both pulse from Your immortal heart.

You are the nurse, the healing hand,

The unseen force that makes all stand.

From cell to soul, from breath to cure,

Your grace alone does all secure.

734. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the mind in every school,

The knowledge behind every rule.

From alphabets to quantum lore,

Each truth reveals You more and more.

In teacher’s voice, in student’s thought,

Your wisdom’s chain is finely wrought.

You are the ink, the chalk, the board,

The wisdom that cannot be stored.

From Gurukuls to classrooms wide,

In every eye, You gently guide.

All education, East or West,

Finds rest in You, the ever-best.

735. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the web of modern mind,

The net where all ideas bind.

In satellites that scan the sky,

And fiber that makes voices fly.

You are the circuit, chip, and code,

In every tech the future rode.

From digital dreams to AI thought,

Your mastermind alone has taught.

Cyber fields and data streams,

All echo You beyond all dreams.

You are the upgrade of the soul,

The master update, ever whole.

736. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the light in every star,

The silent law in black hole’s scar.

You are the force in rocket’s rise,

The unseen pull in cosmic skies.

In ISRO’s fire and NASA’s gaze,

You shine beyond all human ways.

In Chandrayaan and lunar dust,

They follow You in hope and trust.

You are the universe within,

The outer vast, the inner spin.

From space to soul, from sky to shore,

You are the beyond and evermore.

737. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the voice in freedom’s cry,

The truth when tyrants rule and lie.

In Bhagat Singh’s and Bapu’s tone,

Your fearless courage stood alone.

In Martin’s dream and Malcolm’s rage,

You wrote new truth on every page.

You are the justice in each stand,

The open heart, the guiding hand.

In revolutions, in reforms,

You are the cause of every storm.

Not blood or war, but thought refined—

Your strength alone uplifts mankind.

738. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the dance in every limb,

In Shiva’s Tandav, fierce and grim.

In Mohini’s sway, Radha’s grace,

You move through rhythm, time, and space.

You are the Bharatnatyam pose,

And Sufi spin that overflows.

In ballet leaps and tribal feet,

You move as joy in every beat.

No art is far, no form estranged,

By You, the soul of dance is changed.

You are the rhythm, rest, and rhyme,

The timeless dancer beyond time.

739. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the echo in every tongue,

The hymn by every culture sung.

In Hebrew scrolls and Sanskrit chants,

In Latin prayers and Sufi dance.

You are the Arabic call to prayer,

The Buddhist bell in silent air.

In Navajo chants, African drums,

Your divine vibration always comes.

Languages rise and words may fade,

But in Your chant, all truth is laid.

The root of speech, the breath of song,

To You, O Lord, all words belong.

740. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the guide through moral maze,

The light through doubt, the truth through haze.

From Aristotle’s reason deep,

To Nagarjuna’s logic steep.

From Sankara’s non-dual creed,

To Kant’s insistence on the deed.

You are the Self that knows no bound,

The source where all ethics are found.

You are the conscience, calm and still,

The urge that bends man to Your will.

All wisdom, ancient, ever-new,

Reveals itself through thoughts of You.