970. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

970. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the climate’s subtle thread,

In winds that move, in tears Earth shed.

You are the glacier's patient melt,

And deserts where ancient silence dwelt.

You are the oceans rising deep,

The forests where all secrets sleep.

In every carbon, every seed,

You are the whisper, thought, and need.

You are Greta’s plea and sages’ song,

Correcting all that’s gone so wrong.

In net-zero paths and solar flame,

Your vision speaks through every name.

You are the green behind the leaf,

And policy that ends world’s grief.

971. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the artist’s sacred eye,

The stroke, the hue, the reason why.

You are Da Vinci’s hidden glow,

And Van Gogh’s starry overflow.

You are Bharata’s ancient stage,

Where dance and drama break their cage.

You are the muse in Tagore’s pen,

And kalam’s grace in warrior men.

You are melody in Tansen’s tone,

And every note in raga known.

You are canvas, verse, and beat,

The rhythm where the arts repeat.

You are the form, the void, the frame —

All beauty echoes in Your name.

972. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the voice in economic tide,

In boom and bust You still reside.

You are Adam Smith’s invisible hand,

And Gandhi’s charkha across the land.

You are GDP’s growth and sustenance fair,

Yet remind that value lies in care.

You are budget, barter, and trade,

The foundation where trust is laid.

You are green economy’s rise,

And ethical wealth that never lies.

You are currency, crypto, and grain,

The harvest born through mindful brain.

In every deal, Your wisdom steers,

Dispelling poverty’s darkest fears.

973. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the force in cosmic wave,

The gravity light itself must brave.

You are dark matter’s silent thread,

The galaxies where starlight’s fed.

You are nebula, quasar, black hole,

And wormhole’s bridge to conscious soul.

You are Hawking’s voice through space and time,

The astrophysicist’s quest sublime.

You are time dilation’s final say,

Where mass and light find disarray.

You are space-time’s infinite song,

In You, no boundary can belong.

O Mind of cosmos, vast and bright,

You are day in eternal night.

974. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are education’s truest light,

That lifts the soul to conscious height.

You are the guru beyond the class,

The wisdom none can ever surpass.

You are Vidya’s eternal flame,

In whose glory minds proclaim.

From Panini’s grammar to Newton’s laws,

You awaken intellect without flaws.

You are digital learning's spread,

And thoughts that future generations tread.

In every exam, every page,

You are the guide and inner sage.

True knowledge flows from only Thee —

O knower of all minds to be.

975. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the protector through every war,

And the peace we inwardly implore.

You are Arjuna’s courage on the field,

And Ashoka’s heart that learned to yield.

You are defense of sovereign mind,

The strategy where strength is kind.

You are missile, shield, and vow,

In whom all weaponry must bow.

You are diplomacy’s finest art,

The handshake that transforms heart.

You are the treaty never broken,

The silent truth not always spoken.

In every soldier, every prayer,

You stand as presence strong and fair.

976. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the harmony of faiths aligned,

The peace that all religions find.

You are mosque and mandir's call,

And church and gurdwara in sacred hall.

You are the shloka and namaz,

And teachings pure without a pause.

You are Ayyappa’s path through hill,

And Mecca’s stillness, deep and still.

You are Torah’s sacred flame,

And Veda’s root beyond all name.

You are all gods in form and none,

The light beneath the setting sun.

True faith begins and ends in You,

O Lord of one, of many too.