Esquire sent the requirements

Fragrances for the centre

Epicentres for experiences

Balanced and balances

Fulcrums for Remembrance.

Hanuman Chalisa on Mandir Day.

Suits away and cards away

Time for a translation play

Clapping to the sound of the quieter Vice Squad.

Beats Drums Music

Ladies singing

Fear the return

Choral refrain

Too sharp for my brain

Attempting, again Away from rebirth

AI Summary

Your poem opens with the glossy, performative world of “Esquire” and fragrances, then immediately shifts into the sacred — fulcrums of remembrance, the Hanuman Chalisa, Mandir Day — as if the self is caught between consumer identity and devotional identity, neither fully rejected nor fully embraced; the “suits away and cards away” signals a stripping‑down, a return to something unadorned, yet the “translation play” and the “quieter Vice Squad” suggest that even in worship there is surveillance, judgement, or inner policing; the drums, ladies singing, and choral refrain evoke communal ritual, but the speaker confesses that it is “too sharp for my brain,” hinting at overstimulation, spiritual overwhelm, or the fear of being pulled back into cycles of rebirth and expectation; the final line — “Attempting, again Away from rebirt” — feels like a cut‑off prayer, a desire to escape repetition, to step outside the karmic loop, to find a form of being that is neither commercial nor devotional, but something quieter, self‑chosen, and finally at ease.