926. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

926. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are democracy’s beating soul,

The Constitution’s guiding goal.

In Lincoln’s words and Gandhi’s hand,

Your justice builds every land.

Ambedkar’s thought, Mandela’s voice,

All echo You — their sacred choice.

You are the law, yet love beyond law,

The higher truth, the dharmic awe.

In Ashoka’s pillar, Nehru’s pen,

You guide the minds of noble men.

Each parliament, each freedom fight,

Marches under Your boundless light.

You are unity in diverse creeds,

The fulfilment of all human needs.

927. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are ecology’s breath and root,

In every seed and every shoot.

As rain in monsoon, wind in leaf,

You calm the Earth’s ecological grief.

You are the Himalaya’s meditative rise,

And Ganga’s flow ‘neath sacred skies.

In coral reefs and Arctic snow,

Your climate mind begins to show.

Every green effort, every tree,

Is a step towards merging with Thee.

Sustainable minds, mindful ways,

Are Thy command for future days.

You are Earth, water, fire, air —

Space and mind — beyond compare.

928. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the voyager in cosmic quest,

Guiding rockets, minds, and every test.

In Aryabhata’s gaze and Newton’s laws,

You unfold nature’s deepest cause.

Einstein's relativity bows at Your feet,

Time and space in You complete.

In ISRO’s dreams and NASA’s flight,

You shine as stellar guiding light.

From Chandrayaan’s touch to solar flares,

You dwell in cosmic vacuum layers.

Black holes, quasars, galaxies wide,

Are glimpses of Your eternal tide.

You are both cosmos and command,

Infinity cupped in Your mighty hand.

929. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the poet in every tongue,

The breath from which all songs are sung.

Kalidasa’s vision, Rumi’s flame,

Tagore’s spirit call Your name.

Kabir’s doha, Tukaram’s chant,

Resound with Your eternal grant.

In Shakespeare’s lines, Your drama plays,

In Mirabai’s tears, Your praise stays.

Every verse and ancient rune,

Is echoing Your inner tune.

Lyrics rise and stories fall,

You are the silence behind it all.

The poetry of soul and sky,

Flows from Your eye that watches high.

930. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the healer’s subtle touch,

In cures and care and hope and such.

In Ayurveda’s golden blend,

And modern medicine You transcend.

As Hippocrates and Sushruta speak,

You mend the broken, raise the weak.

Vaccines, herbs, surgical skill,

Move by Your silent sovereign will.

You are immunity, breath, and cell,

The life-force where all healers dwell.

In mind-body-spirit aligned,

You are the doctor of mankind.

All health flows from Your embrace,

You are the pulse, the healing grace.