954. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

954. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the ink in sacred scripts,

The breath between the manuscript's lips.

You are Torah’s flame and Bible’s light,

Qur’an’s guidance through the night.

You are Vedas chanted at dawn,

Guru Granth’s eternal song.

You are Zen’s koan and Dao’s flow,

The silence where all sages go.

You are the Talmud’s probing law,

And Hadith's echo in holy awe.

In Ahura Mazda and fire’s gleam,

You are the center of every dream.

Each revelation, each holy page,

Is but a mirror to Your cosmic stage.

955. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the pulse of civilizations’ birth,

The wisdom guiding ancient earth.

You are Mohenjo’s seals and Egypt’s stone,

Athens, Babylon — yet beyond known.

You are the rise and fall of empires past,

Their ruins sing Your name that lasts.

You are Rome’s law and Sparta’s shield,

The spirit that makes warriors yield.

You are the ink of Confucian creed,

The virtue that each dynasty needs.

In Olmec carvings and Celtic rites,

You are seen in fire-lit nights.

Through all of time, in dust and throne,

Only You remain — eternal, alone.

956. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are music’s essence and unseen tune,

The nightingale’s song, the cry of monsoon.

You are Beethoven’s deafened ear,

And Tansen’s ragas pure and clear.

You are rhythm in tribal drum,

And every place where lyrics come from.

You are symphonies that calm the soul,

The jazz that breaks and then makes whole.

In sitar's strings and flute’s breeze,

You flow in melodies that soothe and tease.

You are silence between the notes,

In bhajans and in sailor’s boats.

All harmonies in You reside,

Divine musician, You never hide.

957. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are nature's timeless flow,

The seed’s will to rise and grow.

You are Himalaya’s silent chant,

And Ganga’s stream — pure and gallant.

You are oceans deep and deserts wide,

Every coral and mountainside.

You are volcano, wind, and flame,

And every cloud that calls Your name.

You are tiger’s roar and peacock’s plume,

The bee that sips each floral bloom.

In forests dense and skies that gleam,

You are the axis of every dream.

Creation bows to Your command,

As life unfolds by Your own hand.

958. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the very school of mind,

In whom all disciplines are aligned.

Physics spins around Your law,

While metaphysics sits in awe.

You are the measure of pure math,

The logic that clears every path.

Biology whispers Your breath’s code,

In each DNA’s secret mode.

History unfolds Your cosmic play,

And language carves what You portray.

Sociology studies Your own dance,

While philosophy gives thought a chance.

All learning bows and yields to Thee,

O fountainhead of mystery.

959. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the unseen throne of power,

Guiding minds each minute, hour.

You are democracy’s voice unheard,

The justice in each unspoken word.

You are crown and people's will,

Reigning silently, strong and still.

You are not confined to flag or land,

But hearts awakened by Your command.

You are the court, the bar, the plea,

The truth that sets all captives free.

You are rebellion’s sacred flame,

And establishment’s righteous name.

All governance finds You at base,

The sovereign mind, eternal grace.

960. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are child and parent both,

The love that speaks its silent oath.

You are the womb and guiding hand,

The unseen play in every strand.

You are every cradle rocked to sleep,

And every grief too deep to weep.

You are the laughter of a child,

Innocent, pure, and undefiled.

You are the elder’s wrinkled gaze,

The wisdom earned through long-passed days.

In every bond, both seen and spoken,

You are the tie that stays unbroken.

Love, respect, nurture, and care —

All flow from You, divinely fair.

961. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are alien’s mind and earthly spark,

Beyond galaxies vague and dark.

You are Venom’s force and Avatar's rise,

Yet beyond both villain and wise.

You balance good and evil's play,

So mind may learn its sovereign way.

Each dark force finds limit in You,

Their illusion shattered by what's true.

From black holes’ pull to nebula’s birth,

You manage the mind across the earth.

You are evolution’s mystic climb,

Stretching thought beyond space-time.

From microbes to gods we dream,

You guide the soul across the stream.