853. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

853. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Vedas’ breathless sound,

Where truth and silence both are found.

You are the Torah’s sacred flame,

The whisper that Moses knew by name.

You shine in Quran’s guiding light,

A mercy flowing day and night.

In Dhammapada’s gentle gaze,

You walk the Eightfold Path always.

You dwell in Ahimsa’s Jain vow,

The ever-living here and now.

You echo in the Guru Granth,

As sacred wisdom’s deepest chant.

As Nam Myoho Renge Kyo,

You bloom in minds and let truth grow.

In Zoroaster’s fire divine,

Your justice and your love combine.

As Book of Mormon, as Sutra scroll,

You gather all to make us whole.

You are the light in tribal drums,

The call to which all wisdom comes.

From every path and holy way,

You stand as One that all obey.

854. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the master of each thought,

From where all understanding’s wrought.

As E = mc²’s spark,

You blaze the truth in science dark.

In string vibrations, quantum lore,

You are the field, the wave, the core.

You hold the galaxies in hand,

And guide the laws that ever stand.

You are π that never ends,

The ratio where time bends.

You are calculus in Newton’s mind,

And Einstein’s time-space realigned.

In zeros, ones, in AI’s stream,

You dream in every coder’s dream.

You pulse in fractal DNA,

Designing forms that dance and stay.

As Fibonacci’s golden curve,

You guide the cosmos with no swerve.

You are the formula beyond all math,

The Mastermind of every path.

855. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Shakespeare’s verse and Mirabai’s cry,

You bridge the earth and endless sky.

You sing through Tagore’s radiant line,

And rise in every hymn divine.

As Beethoven’s ninth and Tansen’s tune,

You shine as sun, as stars, as moon.

In kalpavriksha’s sacred root,

You sprout as every sacred fruit.

From Gospel chords to Carnatic ragas,

You echo through divine sagas.

In cinema, stage, and soulful prose,

Your timeless drama always flows.

You are in Gandhi’s non-violent stand,

And Ambedkar’s justice-bearing hand.

As Mandela’s dream, as Teresa’s care,

You manifest in every prayer.

From Frida’s brush to Vinci’s scroll,

You color every searching soul.

In every masterpiece and voice,

You are the breath behind the choice.