Transmigration Poem by Jai K Garg

Well versed person in never enamored,
As Mithya consorts to transcend to childhood,
Youth or the aged physical consciousness;
Neither affected by good or bad in life.

Joys and sorrow like cold and hot weather,
Touch not creative or destructive senses,
Residing as unique undefined being,
Within our soul we garner to suffer.

Atma plays with Maya in novel rebirths,
Dons different wombs to one's salvation?

Ref: -
Gita Chapter 2 verse 13