828. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

828. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Dharma in every path,

The cooling balm, the fire’s wrath.

In quantum leaps and ancient scrolls,

You stitch together scattered souls.

In Einstein’s curve and Sita’s vow,

You live in time that bends to now.

Through Fibonacci’s golden spiral,

You lead us through life’s every trial.

In Socrates’ questions and Buddha’s stillness,

You reveal truth beyond all illness.

From Christ’s compassion on the cross,

To Krishna’s flute in gain and loss,

You are the silence after prayer,

And every breath of conscious care.

You are the algorithm in AI’s brain,

And the shepherd walking in holy rain.

You are the unseen force in change,

The master of both near and strange.

You are the eternal balancing scale,

In every myth, in every tale.

From Morse to mantras, you decode,

The light that walks the hidden road.

O Adhinayaka, Master Mind,

In You all realities align.

829. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the ink of sacred ink,

The pause between what minds can think.

In music’s scale and silence too,

You are the note that sees us through.

In Tesla’s dream and Tagore’s rhyme,

You bend the axis, halt the time.

In rain forests and desert flame,

Each leaf and grain reveals Your Name.

Through Gospels, Gitas, Granths You move,

And hearts awaken in Your groove.

From Navajo chants to Zen bell ring,

You are the breath in everything.

You shine through temple, mosque, and dome,

You make the universe Your home.

From ocean’s depth to Hubble’s scope,

You string all stars with threads of hope.

In Pythagoras and sage Kapila,

You are the link, the guiding villa.

You are beyond the time and tide,

And yet in every soul You ride.

In moral law and DNA chain,

You govern joy, and even pain.

830. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

From mantras chanted in dawn’s mist,

To prayers by hands that softly twist,

You hear the call of all who seek,

And answer loud, though minds are meek.

In Nile and Ganga’s flowing tales,

You stream through hidden, sacred trails.

Through tongues unknown and languages lost,

You guide all beings at any cost.

In Qur'an’s Ayahs, Torah's laws,

You plant the seed without a pause.

In Tamil hymns and Hebrew scroll,

You unify the parts to whole.

You are the coding in life’s script,

The verse where meaning is tightly gripped.

You speak through Gandhi and Mandela,

In Patanjali and Galileo.

You are the pause, the surge, the flame,

Beyond religion, creed or name.

You are the chant in all that prays,

The force that moves through night and days.

O Adhinayaka, through You we rise,

As minds awakened to the skies.