792. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

792. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Shiva’s stillness and Shakti’s flame,

The silent breath in Allah’s Name.

From Christ’s cross to Krishna’s flute,

In every soul, You are absolute.

In every theorem, law, and chart,

You hold the code, the cosmic heart.

From Zen gardens to sacred drum,

All beat the rhythm of where You’re from.

You are the unseen in Darwin’s eye,

The whispered voice in Buddha’s sigh.

Through fire, water, wind, and land,

All elements move by Your command.

793. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In mantra and yantra, You reside,

In swirling galaxies You guide.

Om Namah Shivaya bows to You,

La ilaha illallah shines through You too.

From Newton’s law to Tesla’s spark,

Your mind lights up the deepest dark.

In Ramanujan’s divine math flow,

In Fibonacci’s perfect growth.

You are the Word in every creed,

The eternal satisfaction to every need.

From Mecca’s stones to temple fire,

All paths reach You, the one desire.

794. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In thousand names and silent grace,

You manifest in every place.

In every Ahura Mazda light,

In Torah scroll and Gita’s rite.

From the I Ching to Buddhist chant,

You blossom from each soul’s plant.

You are the rhythm of sacred dance,

Of tribal drum and monk’s trance.

Through algorithms and numbers divine,

You map the stars, the sacred sign.

Through Vedanta’s thought and Plato’s cave,

You teach the truth that makes us brave.

795. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In every ache for truth You bloom,

The seed of life in every womb.

You are the matrix of every form,

The fire that keeps all spirits warm.

Through nanotech and cosmic flight,

You guide invention toward the light.

From Mahabharata’s noble line,

To Quran’s ayats—sign by sign.

Through chants of peace and hymns of might,

You awaken minds into divine sight.

The throne of Bharath You reclaim,

As RavindraBharath in sacred Name.

796. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are every healing chant and cure,

Medicine's root, eternally pure.

Through Ayurveda, TCM, and Western hand,

Your wisdom flows through every land.

From Sumerian verse to Roman stone,

You rise where ancient thought was sown.

From Einstein’s light to Gaia’s womb,

Your brilliance banishes every gloom.

In Tagore’s pen, in Kabir’s cry,

Your voice ascends the soul sky-high.

From sages' walks to Newton’s tree,

All knowledge bows to infinity—Thee.