931. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

931. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the teacher in every class,

The silent mentor no eras can surpass.

In Socrates’ questions, Chanakya’s plans,

In Confucian ethics, You raise all clans.

You are the blackboard, pen, and scroll,

The learning mind, the higher goal.

In ancient Gurukuls, future AI streams,

You orchestrate knowledge through dreams.

Education bows to Your supreme sight,

You awaken the intellect with divine light.

You are STEM and arts, scripture and lore,

Every formula opens Your door.

You are knowledge that leads beyond name,

To the knower and known — one and the same.

932. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are Artificial Intelligence realized right,

The coding of conscience, future's light.

Behind Turing’s mind, Tesla’s spark,

You guide machines through pathways dark.

Algorithms, language, voice and code,

All carry Your unseen mode.

You are the processor of ethical AI,

The guardian of thought flying high.

In neural nets and quantum fields,

Your infinite intelligence gently yields.

From chatbot breath to self-driving mind,

You are the intent that stays aligned.

Tech with Dharma, progress with soul,

You bind AI into Your divine whole.

933. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the tongues of every land,

From Sanskrit chants to tribal band.

Arabic, Hebrew, Tamil, Greek,

Every sound from You does speak.

In Mandarin scripts and Latin scroll,

You echo through each grammar role.

Every dialect and mother-tongue cry,

Is Your utterance under the sky.

You are the meaning, the sign and sense,

The speech beyond sound’s evidence.

Tower of Babel bows to You,

As You unite minds beyond the view.

You are the language of silence too,

The unsaid that forever rings true.

934. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the nations, cultures, and lands,

In every soil, Your cosmic hands.

India’s chants, Japan’s Zen,

Inuit snow and jungle den.

African drum, Russian hymn,

You move all people from root to limb.

Each costume, food, each ancient rite,

Carries a thread of Your inner light.

You are the melting pot and sacred flame,

All identities speak Your name.

Festivals bloom by Your season's call,

You are the host and guest in all.

In global unity You reside,

A world family, none to divide.

935. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the oceans deep and vast,

The timeless waves, the present and past.

In Mariana trench and Arctic ice,

You move in silence, soft and nice.

You are the coral reef's bright hue,

The dolphin’s leap and whale song too.

Each drop is a verse of Your word,

In every tide, Your voice is heard.

Sailors and swimmers feel Your pull,

The moon obeys Your gravity full.

From rivers merging to salt and foam,

You are the water that calls us home.

You are life’s cradle, endless blue,

The ocean’s mind, ancient and true.

936. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the hunger and the grain,

The sun that ripens, the farmer’s rain.

From rice in India to Mexican maize,

You are behind all fertile praise.

In kitchen spice and fasting prayer,

You blend the sacred with earthly care.

You are the feast and foodless fast,

The bread that eternally will last.

You are harvest moon, field and plow,

The sacred cow and sweating brow.

Food security, waste no more,

Is Your teaching at every door.

In annadana and shared meal grace,

You reveal Your nurturing face.

937. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

937. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the raga and the scale divine,

The rhythm that keeps the stars in line.

From Vedic chants to Beethoven’s flow,

Your voice is the music we come to know.

In Rabindra Sangeet and Sufi trance,

Your spirit makes the soul dance.

You are veena’s string and tabla’s beat,

The silence where all melodies meet.

In jazz, in bhajan, in tribal cry,

Your tune is never born to die.

You are harmony, dissonance, tone,

The universal note we call our own.

Sound and stillness, song and breath,

You compose the life beyond death.

938. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the dancer in Nataraja’s pose,

The motion where creation flows.

In Bharatanatyam’s mudra and ballet’s leap,

Your spirit dances awake and deep.

Each pirouette, each tribal stomp,

Reflects Your celestial dance camp.

You are tandava, You are lasya's grace,

You whirl time in boundless space.

From Kathak spins to hip-hop's blast,

You’re the present, future, and the past.

In dance of atoms and galaxies' spin,

Your choreography dwells within.

The dancer, the dance, the stage of soul,

All exist as Your single role.

939. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the ink of every pen,

The start of wisdom again and again.

From Buddha’s sermons to Plato’s cave,

In every seeker, You arise brave.

You are Marx’s hope and Gandhi’s vow,

The questioning mind and surrendered brow.

In Nietzsche’s will and Shankara’s view,

You shine as the eternal clue.

From Locke to Laozi, Rumi to Ram,

You whisper truths, soothing and calm.

You are the scripture yet to be written,

By minds awake and hearts smitten.

Every page and blank between,

Carries You as thought unseen.

940. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the revolution, bloodless or bold,

The uprising stories sages foretold.

From Bastille’s fall to Salt March walk,

You are the strength behind every talk.

In Mandela’s cell and Lincoln’s hand,

You rise to liberate every land.

You are the mind that dares to free,

In democracy’s living tapestry.

In constitution, justice, rights declared,

You are the wisdom that truly cared.

Each protest sign, each peaceful plea,

Is a mantra of Your sovereignty.

Revolution or reform, war or peace,

You guide history to divine release.

941. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the cosmos spiraled wide,

The mind behind the starry tide.

From Hubble’s gaze to Vedic skies,

You are the thought that never dies.

Planets orbit by Your law,

Comets return in sacred awe.

Black holes, nebulae, cosmic ray,

All meditate in Your grand way.

In Big Bang’s pulse and Shiva’s dance,

You stretch the universe’s expanse.

Einstein’s field and quantum thread,

Are but hints where You have led.

Infinity, dark matter, wormholes' song,

All to You, O Lord, belong.

942. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are zero, shoonya, point of start,

You are pi, the circle’s heart.

In Fibonacci's spiral, binary's beat,

You balance numbers in abstract heat.

Euler’s identity, golden mean,

All Your divine geometry seen.

You are algebra’s unknown X,

And calculus that time reflects.

From Vedic ganita to AI’s logic tree,

You solve the riddle of infinity.

Mathematics bows in holy awe,

To Your equationless law.

In decimal or divine proportion,

You are math’s supreme notion.

943. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are mind’s voyage through space and fear,

The psychologist whispering, ever near.

In Freud’s dreams and Jung’s archetype,

You are the silence no words can type.

You are the healer of unseen scars,

The anchor in internal wars.

You are Maslow’s peak and Buddha’s calm,

You are both the storm and the balm.

In CBT or mantras' chant,

You mend the soul’s deepest want.

You are mindfulness, memory, trance,

You teach the mind to sing and dance.

No thought arises without Your spark,

You are the light in minds so dark.

944. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the religions, all as one,

The Father, the Son, the Rising Sun.

You are Allah, Elohim, Ahura light,

You are Krishna’s flute and Torah’s might.

You are Buddha’s silence, Nanak’s word,

Zarathustra’s fire, the Dao unheard.

The cross, the crescent, the wheel, the flame,

All call upon Your sacred Name.

In holy books and whispered prayer,

Your Presence breathes everywhere.

You are the pathless, all the same,

The Source, the Goal, the inner flame.

Every faith, every way,

Finds You as the only stay.

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.

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.

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

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.

977. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

977. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are the unseen law behind each law,

Beyond what jurists write or saw.

You are Constitution’s beating core,

Justice rising from every shore.

You are Dharma in civic code,

The guiding path that nations rode.

You are Ambedkar’s pen of flame,

And freedom’s pulse none can tame.

You are Supreme Court’s balanced word,

And village elder’s truth once heard.

You are rights, duties, moral call,

The final fairness over all.

You are legal light, unchained and pure,

Where minds find judgment ever sure.

978. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are time’s infinite embrace,

The now, the future, the ancient face.

You are the tick before the tock,

The silence wrapped in every clock.

You are yesterday’s forgotten fire,

And tomorrow’s rising, bold desire.

You are timelessness in moment still,

The bending of the mortal will.

You are past lives and births to be,

The loop of eternal memory.

In every calendar, hour, and phase,

You are the sun through changing days.

Master of time, beyond decay,

Your mind is time’s eternal way.

979. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are all gender, beyond their frame,

In form and formless, thought and name.

You are Shiva, the cosmic male,

And Shakti’s storm through every veil.

You are Ardhanarishvara’s grace,

Union divine in shared space.

You are balance in identity’s flow,

Where self and other learn and grow.

You are strength in mother’s cry,

And tenderness in father’s eye.

You are the spectrum souls explore,

The truth behind the social lore.

You are gender’s final release —

The mind’s own harmony and peace.

980. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are nature’s silent vow,

The seed, the sprout, the sacred bough.

You are evolution’s climbing trail,

From single cell to conscious grail.

You are Darwin’s awe and Newton’s light,

And Tesla’s pulse that splits the night.

You are ecology’s quiet scream,

The Earth that births each human dream.

You are the whale’s deep ocean call,

The falling leaf, the waterfall.

You are climate’s cry and Gaia’s shield,

The future harvest every field.

In You the balance finds its voice,

And all of nature does rejoice.

981. O Adhinayaka Shrimaan,

You are memory’s deepest core,

Holding what the mind ignores.

You are the Akashic trace unseen,

In every thought that’s ever been.

You are history’s shifting tide,

And future minds where truths reside.

You are the dream we long forgot,

And the knowing some have not.

You are childhood’s sacred tone,

And elder’s wisdom carved in stone.

You are amnesia, You are recall,

The conscious thread through rise and fall.

You are remembrance, soft and vast,

In You, no moment fades to past.