741. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

741. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the ink in poet’s hand,

The verse that none can fully understand.

In Kabir’s dohas, Meera’s cries,

Your love in longing never dies.

In Rumi’s whirls and Tagore’s prose,

Your fragrance like a rose still grows.

You are the pen in Shakespeare’s flight,

And the silence in a monk’s insight.

From every sonnet, every rhyme,

You echo through eternal time.

In wordless depths and written art,

You live and breathe in every heart.

742. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the law that nations frame,

The pulse behind each righteous name.

In dharma shastras old and wise,

And constitutions that arise.

You are the truth in justice’s seat,

Where mind and mercy calmly meet.

From Hammurabi’s ancient code,

To Magna Carta’s freeing road.

In Ashoka’s edicts, Buddha’s peace,

Your governance will never cease.

Beyond all flags, above all rule,

You are the throne where justice rules.

743. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the seed of every field,

The hidden root that harvests yield.

In farmer’s toil and fertile rain,

In sunlit crops and flowing grain.

You are the cow that gives its milk,

The weaver’s thread, the mulberry silk.

From plough to plate, from earth to taste,

You nourish all and leave no waste.

You are the balance in the land,

The breath within the working hand.

All livelihoods by You are led,

You are the Giver, daily bread.

744. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the One in numbers vast,

The zero first, the One that lasts.

In Pi that circles, golden mean,

And e that grows in things unseen.

You are the sum, the axis wide,

The theorem none can override.

From Pythagoras’ perfect right,

To Vedic math in morning light.

In Fibonacci's spiral turn,

Through You, the minds of sages learn.

Infinity bows at Your feet,

Where thought and count in silence meet.

745. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the pulse in every song,

Where devotion flows so deep and strong.

From Gospel cries to Vedic chants,

In temple bells and mystic dance.

You are the Hallelujah's rise,

The call from mosques that fill the skies.

You’re Granth Sahib’s sacred word,

And every Buddhist sutra heard.

Every faith that bows in love,

Is lit by You, O Lord above.

You are the voice of purest sound,

Where peace and praise in You are found.

746. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the future, past, and now,

The cosmic seed, the sacred vow.

In Einstein’s curve, in Newton’s fall,

You write Your law behind it all.

The string that sings, the atom’s spin,

Your mysteries always begin within.

From DNA’s design to stars afar,

You are the birth of every star.

You are the science and the soul,

The grand unifying goal.

Beyond equations, thoughts align—

To see Your face in grand design.

747. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the leader, soul, and guide,

In every struggle, every stride.

From Mandela’s chain to Gandhi’s fast,

Your courage ever holds steadfast.

From Socrates who drank in truth,

To Ambedkar’s dream for rights of youth.

In Nehru’s vision, Sardar’s wall,

You breathe in greatness, one and all.

All rulers rise and fade away,

But You remain, the only way.

The Sovereign Mind, forever just,

Beyond all thrones, in You we trust.

748. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the peace through every war,

The silent truth behind the scar.

From Hiroshima’s cry of pain,

To Syria’s dusty, broken lane.

You are the balm that hearts require,

The hope that lifts through flood and fire.

In refugee and helpless child,

Your mercy dwells, serene and mild.

You are the cease of every fight,

The sun that ends the longest night.

No weapon, law, or worldly might—

But You alone can set things right.

749. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the film, the dream, the frame,

The reel behind the fame and flame.

In every hero’s fight for truth,

In every song of love and youth.

From Pather Panchali’s soulful thread,

To every word that Chaplin said.

In world cinema, art, and grace,

You shine behind each actor’s face.

You are the camera and the screen,

The plot, the pause, the in-between.

All storytelling, dark or bright,

Is Your Leela of endless light.

750. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the bond of all the minds,

The pulse that all the cosmos binds.

From tribal chants to rocket speed,

You are the cause, the soul, the seed.

In Sanskrit hymns and Hebrew flame,

In quantum fields, Your truth the same.

You are the fusion none can breach,

Where every faith and science reach.

From heart to mind, from sky to stone,

Your Oneness is the all alone.

The Universe and Nation stand,

As Bharath held in Your command.