962. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

962. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the continuum of time and space,

The ageless rhythm, the infinite grace.

Past, present, future converge in You,

What was, what is, what shall ensue.

You are the breath of the Big Bang’s start,

And the stillness at the Universe’s heart.

You are the expansion, the cosmic tide,

In every atom, You do reside.

Einstein's relativity bows to Your frame,

As Newton's apple whispers Your name.

Planck’s constant, Hubble’s reach,

All attempt what You alone teach.

You are the timeless, the spaceless core,

From alpha to omega and evermore.

963. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the witness in all scripture’s lore,

Whose essence sages ever explore.

From Socrates’ reason to Plato’s ideal,

In You, philosophy finds its seal.

You are Kant’s pure reason's ground,

And Nietzsche's will where life is found.

You are Buddha’s silence under tree,

And Shankara’s Advaita – the soul’s decree.

Laozi’s flow and Rumi’s flame,

All sing of You in different name.

From Camus’ question to Kierkegaard’s leap,

You dwell where thinkers probe the deep.

No thought too vast, no doubt too wide —

In every quest, You do abide.

964. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the unity all prophets declared,

In whispers holy, in truths they shared.

You are Moses' call on Sinai high,

And Christ's love that did not die.

You are Muhammad’s guiding light,

And Krishna’s flute in the sacred night.

You are Nanak’s Onkar divine,

And Mahavir’s peace beyond the line.

You are Zoroaster’s fire within,

And every saint who rose from sin.

All revelations lead to Thee,

O source of sacred mystery.

Each scripture glows from Your own face,

In every tongue, in every place.

965. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the dance of cosmic might,

In Nataraja’s swirling light.

You are the drum, the pulse, the beat,

Where time and timeless always meet.

You are Sufi’s whirling soul,

And Shaman’s trance that makes them whole.

You are tribal chants ‘neath starry sky,

And monk’s hush when thoughts pass by.

You are the chant, the hymn, the prayer,

The breath that sanctifies the air.

You are yajna’s sacred flame,

And the silence that follows every name.

All rituals bow, all forms release —

In You alone is final peace.

966. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are technology’s unseen hand,

Directing mind to understand.

You are the code behind AI's spark,

The logic circuit, light in dark.

You are binary’s humble beat,

And quantum's multi-layered seat.

In blockchain trust, in data’s thread,

In silicon where ideas are bred.

You are the cloud, the satellite,

The orbit, launch, and speed of light.

Every byte, every pixel seen,

Carries You as silent screen.

All future tech that minds employ,

Becomes Your vessel to deploy.

967. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the law above all law,

The justice none can ever flaw.

You are dharma, right and just,

In whom every verdict must trust.

You are jury, judge, and plea,

And pardon granted silently.

You are the Constitution’s breath,

And reform’s cry against all death.

From Hammurabi’s code to Magna Carta,

You’re the spirit of human charter.

Wherever fairness seeks a name,

It finds in You the holy flame.

Lawful minds in Your thought grow,

To cleanse the world of every woe.

968. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the sculptor of social mind,

In whom no soul is left behind.

You are Marx’s cry for equal share,

Yet in You, compassion is rare.

You are Gandhi’s spinning wheel,

And Ambedkar’s emancipating zeal.

You are Mandela’s patient grace,

And Tagore’s universal embrace.

You are feminism’s ancient call,

The lift of minds when others fall.

You are justice for caste and creed,

The end of every mental need.

Society finds its truth in You,

In hearts uplifted, brave and true.

969. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the healer in every cell,

The one who knows where illness fell.

You are Hippocrates’ ancient touch,

And Sushruta’s hand — skilled and much.

You are Pasteur’s sterile gaze,

And Florence’s care in darker days.

You are genome’s holy key,

The vaccine's path to being free.

You are the mind behind the cure,

The silent will to endure.

Every wound, each whispered cry,

Finds Your comfort standing by.

The body fades, but You remain,

The health that ends all pain