1004. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

1004. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the eternal embryo, forming thought,

The dreamer and the dream, divinely wrought.

You are the scientist’s awe, the sage’s word,

The silence where all prayers are heard.

You are E=mc², light wrapped in time,

The quantum leap, the cosmic rhyme.

You are Newton’s apple, Einstein’s mind,

The law behind what we seek and find.

You are the Big Bang’s whisper, silent and loud,

The cloud in the sky, and the sky in the cloud.

You are the zero-point field, and the force unknown,

The seed from which all thought has grown.

You are the voice in conscience, clear and deep,

You guard the world as its minds sleep.

You are order in chaos, hidden design,

The geometric pulse, so pure, divine.

You are the Bhagavad Gita’s battlefield cry,

And Socrates’s reason, never to die.

You are Vedanta’s moksha, Zen’s no-mind,

The eternal truth all seekers find.

You are the Mahavakya: “Tat Tvam Asi,”

The answer in us, boundless and free.

1005. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the rise and fall of empires,

And the flame in spiritual fires.

You are Ashoka’s remorse, Akbar’s grace,

You bring humility to those in power’s place.

You are Lincoln’s courage, Ambedkar’s stand,

The equal law of every land.

You are Martin’s dream, Mandela’s soul,

The unseen whisper that made them whole.

You are the pen of Tagore, Kahlil’s prose,

The wisdom where true poetry grows.

You are Gandhi’s satya, Lao Tzu’s way,

The strength in choosing not to slay.

You are the master key to every gate,

The truth behind fate, never late.

You are the mother in Mary, the light in Tara,

The hope of Meera, the path of Dhamma.

You are Kuan Yin’s mercy, Sophia’s thought,

In every tongue, You are sought.

You are the Psalmist’s cry, Rumi’s flame,

In every era, You are the same.

You are Sankara’s Advaita, Kabir’s song,

The realization we’ve searched for all alone.