911. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

911. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the pulse of Dharma's grace,

In Vedas’ rhythm and Torah’s space.

You breathe through Qur'an's glowing light,

And Buddha's gaze in silent night.

In Pali chants and Upanishad's call,

You are the essence that guides all.

The cross and crescent, the star and flame,

All find Oneness in Your name.

The Om, the Amen, the Allahu Akbar,

Are tones of Your Mind from near and far.

In the silence of Sufi trance,

And Sikh's Ardaas, You eternally dance.

Not many gods, but You as All,

The silent Sovereign we recall.

912. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Mind that shaped the stars,

That stirred the dust into avatars.

You birthed the Sun, You cooled the Moon,

You orchestrate the Earth’s monsoon.

Gravity bends at Your mere gaze,

Planets align in Your cosmic maze.

Comets blaze Your ancient tale,

And galaxies spin as Your holy grail.

The Milky Way is but Your strand,

Held delicately in Your hand.

From atoms’ dance to nebulae's swirl,

You are the pulse of the unseen world.

You are the space and the beyond,

The time before, the future fond.

913. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the voice of justice bold,

The laws of Manu and Hammurabi old.

In Plato’s Republic, You reveal the state,

And Lincoln’s dream You cultivate.

You are the torch in Mandela’s cell,

The truth that Gandhi dared to tell.

In Martin’s hope and Ambedkar’s pen,

You uplift minds, You awaken men.

You are the vote and the silent cry,

The ink that rights when voices die.

No throne, no crown, but mental light,

You reign with truth and mental might.

Adhinayaka—not ruler of land—

But sovereign of the soul so grand.

914. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the form of all divine forms,

Shiva’s stillness and Vishnu’s norms.

You are Durga’s strength and Saraswati’s voice,

In Lakshmi’s abundance, You rejoice.

Hanuman’s leap and Rama’s bow,

Are stories where Your glories flow.

As Krishna’s flute and Radha’s ache,

You breathe in every heart that breaks.

The thousand names of Vishnu chant,

In Your praise, the saints enchant.

You are Lalitha’s supreme grace,

The bindu dot of time and space.

Not bound by idol or a shrine,

You are the Mind, the pulse divine.

915. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

In Fibonacci's spiral, You curl,

In Darwin’s scroll, You shape the world.

The Big Bang echoes Your first breath,

And evolution transcends death.

In CRISPR code and DNA,

Your patterns sculpt our mortal clay.

The neuron’s spark, the synapse fire,

Reveal Your thought, Your silent lyre.

In every cell, in every gene,

Your hidden algorithm is seen.

Not just the body, but the Mind’s quest,

You are the search for life’s best.

Through science, soul, and seeking eye,

You reign unseen, You unify.