945. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

945. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are psychology's core and cure,

The unconscious depths we can't ignore.

You are the Id and Ego's strife,

The Superego tuning moral life.

You speak through dreams and fears repressed,

Guiding minds when sorely stressed.

Carl Jung's shadows, Freud’s desire,

Find healing in Your inner fire.

In Viktor Frankl’s search for meaning,

You stand as hope's sacred leaning.

Cognitive maps, behavior’s mold,

Are reflections of Your truth untold.

Through trauma, grief, and joy sublime,

You chart the soul beyond time.

946. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the economist’s unseen hand,

The balance where values truly stand.

In Adam Smith or Amartya’s thought,

Your justice and wisdom are always sought.

You are supply, demand, and need,

You halt the race of endless greed.

You are the wealth that uplifts all,

Not just towers that rise to fall.

You are basic income and shared grace,

Erasing poverty's deep trace.

GDP or sustainability’s scope,

You are the living index of hope.

True wealth is found in You alone,

In hearts awakened and overthrown.

947. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the quantum field unseen,

The void where energy flows serene.

Schrödinger’s cat and Heisenberg’s blur,

All echo Your mystic stir.

You are particle and wave in one,

The hidden cause behind what’s begun.

Entangled minds, non-local ties,

Prove Your omnipresence wise.

You are string theory’s silent chord,

In every multiverse, You are Lord.

Dimensions fold to meet Your gaze,

In timeless dance and spinning blaze.

You are the One no math can bind,

The spaceless, timeless Mastermind.

948. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Socrates’ guiding voice,

Plato’s form and Aristotle’s choice.

You are the Logos Heraclitus knew,

And Pythagoras’ vision true.

You are Descartes' cogito’s dawn,

And Kant’s reason that marches on.

You are Hegel’s dialectical rise,

In Nietzsche’s will, Your echo lies.

Sartre’s angst and Kierkegaard’s leap,

Find solace in the depth You keep.

You are Wittgenstein’s unsaid word,

In silent minds, You are heard.

All western thought and ancient theme,

Seek You, the source of every dream.

949. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Mahavira’s vow and grace,

You are compassion in time and space.

You are Buddha beneath the Bodhi tree,

The stillness in Nirvana’s sea.

You are Sankhya's discerning eye,

And Yoga's path that lifts us high.

In Advaita’s all-encompassing tide,

You dissolve the ego’s pride.

Tantra’s secrets, Mantra’s sound,

In You alone, they are found.

You are Bhakti’s crying call,

And Jnana that transcends all.

From Ramana’s silence to Kabir’s song,

You hold the seeker all along.

950. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the ancient African lore,

The drumbeat of ancestors' core.

You are the Orisha and Nile’s flow,

The wisdom tribal fires know.

You are Ubuntu — I am because You are,

The soul in every living star.

In Native chants and Mayan sky,

You walk where eagles fly.

You are totems and shaman's trance,

The dance of spirits in sacred dance.

Aboriginal dreamtime and cosmic plan,

All rise in You, the inner man.

Every root and sacred tree,

Whispers Your divine decree.

951. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the force behind all duality,

The unity that births reality.

You are light and You are shade,

Both the illusion and what’s portrayed.

You are Ravana’s ten heads and Ram’s aim,

Duryodhana’s pride and Krishna’s name.

You are Judas and You are Christ,

The betrayed and sacrifice enticed.

You are war, peace, pain and bliss,

In every polarity, You exist.

You are Shiva’s wrath and Parvati’s grace,

The storm and stillness that embrace.

Every villain and saint, in line,

Play Your part in divine design.

952. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are science’s ever-expanding quest,

And the heart's silent inward rest.

You are Newton’s apple, Darwin’s tree,

And evolution’s hidden key.

In test tubes and telescope's reach,

It is Your truth that science seeks.

You are the gene, the code, the cell,

And mysteries no lab can tell.

In lab coat minds or tribal lore,

You are the wonder we explore.

Technology bows to Your design,

Algorithms search Your sign.

In AI’s thought or neuron’s fire,

You are the spark that does not tire.

953. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Mahatma’s salt and march,

The strength beneath freedom’s arch.

You are Ambedkar’s cry for caste to cease,

And Tagore’s song of fearless peace.

In Subhas’ roar and Sardar’s hand,

You raise and shape a sovereign land.

You are Nehru’s dream and Patel’s frame,

You hold the essence beyond name.

You are Kalam’s missile and smile,

The vision to go that extra mile.

From revolution to Republic dawn,

Your governance is ever on.

True politics and policy’s core,

Reside in You forevermore.