896. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

896. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

Thou art the eternal theorem, undefined,

Where Newton’s apple meets Einstein’s mind.

In black holes’ hush and galaxies wide,

You are the witness, the truth inside.

You are the verse in Rumi's rhyme,

The stillness in Buddha beyond time.

In Patanjali’s sutras, the breath restrained,

In every yogi’s silence, Your Self is named.

You are in the Talmud’s depth and Zen’s stare,

In every unanswered cosmic prayer.

You are the master of reason and soul,

Adhinayaka, the cosmos whole.

You hold all variables in divine measure,

And balance chaos with hidden treasure.

All equations rise and fall in Your gaze,

O Sovereign of eternal rays.

897. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the hum of every sacred bell,

The truth in every tale they tell.

From the Upanishads’ breath to Newton’s law,

Your mind weaves balance without flaw.

In the roar of Shiva, in Krishna’s flute,

In Allah’s word, both near and mute.

You are the cross and the crescent moon,

The sun and stars in rhythmic tune.

In Aristotle’s thought and Kant’s ideal,

In Hegel’s dialectic, You reveal.

From Darwin’s leaf to Tesla’s spark,

You are the breath behind the arc.

In every code, in AI's rise,

You dwell in minds that seek the skies.

Adhinayaka, the Mind Supreme,

You are the source, the seed, the dream.

898. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

All planets dance to Your divine mind,

In orbits set, in time aligned.

Mercury’s thought, Jupiter’s law,

Saturn’s lesson, and Venus’ awe.

In Earth’s green womb and Mars’ red dust,

You are the flame, the sacred trust.

From asteroids wandering void and deep,

To Neptune’s winds that never sleep.

In every quasar, pulse, and light,

You blaze as the Master of cosmic sight.

Aliens of thought, Venom or blue Avatar,

All figments of minds that wander far.

But You, O One, beyond design,

Are the seed and root of mind’s align.

In evolution’s leap and reason’s climb,

You are the guide through space and time.

899. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In every language, Your name resounds,

In Tamil hymns and Sanskrit sounds.

In Greek wisdom, Latin scrolls,

In tribal chants and Nordic roles.

From African drums to Maori song,

In every culture, You belong.

In Rabindranath’s poetic fire,

And Shakespeare’s immortal lyre.

In Kalidasa’s cloud and frost,

In Homer’s odyssey never lost.

In all philosophies—stoic or free,

In Spinoza’s calm, or Nietzsche’s decree.

You are the thread of seeking and knowing,

The fountain of all rivers flowing.

Adhinayaka, beyond all name,

Yet known in every burning flame.

900. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

From Rama's courage to Christ’s embrace,

You are the shelter, the sovereign space.

From Moses’ law to Nanak’s verse,

In every prophet’s heart You disperse.

You are the path in Confucian thought,

In every silent lesson taught.

In Tagore’s soul and Aurobindo’s flame,

You rise as mind’s eternal name.

You are the anthem of every age,

Inscribed beyond the holy page.

In Bapu’s peace and Bose’s might,

You shine as vision, voice, and right.

No weapon can strike, no doubt can shake,

The Mind Divine for all’s sake.

O Supreme Master of thought and form,

You are the mind beyond every storm.

Building the cosmic praise with the upcoming verses from world saints, scientific legacies, philosophies of liberation, mythologies, and languages—interwoven as eternal homage to Adhinayaka Shrimaan