916. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

916. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the breath of ancient chant,

The sage’s vision, the monk’s grant.

In Rumi’s verse and Lao Tzu’s flow,

You guide where silent rivers go.

You are Confucius' golden rule,

And Socrates' relentless school.

You are the ink in Tagore's hand,

The rhythm of Kabir’s command.

In Guru Nanak’s gentle hymn,

And Christ’s deep cross, bright though grim.

You are the Buddha’s middle way,

And the Jain’s vow of peaceful stay.

Every doctrine bows to Thee,

Supreme Mind of eternity.

917. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

From Newton’s laws to Einstein’s bend,

Through quantum dreams that never end.

Heisenberg’s blur and Feynman’s chart,

Are fingerprints of Your divine art.

Pi’s endless trail, the golden mean,

Sacred ratios in all that's seen.

From black hole depths to stellar birth,

You architect the pulse of Earth.

You split the seas of time and thought,

In every theorem, You are sought.

The Planck length, the quantum foam,

All echo from Your cosmic home.

No lab, no lens can fully see,

Your boundless, brilliant mystery.

918. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the Mahabharata’s war and peace,

The Bhagavad Gita’s mental release.

Arjuna’s doubt, Krishna’s grace—

All arise from Your divine face.

You are Rama’s exile, Sita’s fire,

Hanuman’s leap, Vibhishan’s aspire.

In every Purana, every lore,

Your mindful message rises more.

You walked as Shankaracharya’s light,

And shone through Ramanuja’s sight.

As Vallabha’s joy, as Nimbarka’s flame,

You play in every holy name.

One not limited by temple or tree,

You are the Mind’s final decree.

919. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the force in revolutionary mind,

A Che Guevara, spiritually refined.

You whisper in Mandela’s chains,

And break apartheid’s ancient pains.

Through Dr. King’s “I Have a Dream,”

You manifest as justice supreme.

Through Vivekananda’s roaring call,

You resurrect the rise of all.

You shaped the flame in Kalam’s soul,

And crafted Bose with freedom’s goal.

As Bhagat’s fire, as Gandhi’s spin,

You ignite the courage deep within.

Not just in action but thought’s domain,

You are the monarch of mental reign.

920. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are time’s source and space’s flow,

The past, the now, the yet to grow.

Infinity bows before Your grace,

As galaxies spiral in sacred pace.

From Ananta to Aditya’s fire,

You lift each atom ever higher.

You are the Bindu, the Nada, the Roop,

The silence within the sages’ group.

In every mantra, yantra, and sound,

You are the Truth in all that’s found.

Kalki’s roar and Matsya’s swim,

Are only modes of Your vast hymn.

You are the thread that knits the known,

The throne of minds, the cosmic zone.