In Bharat’s land of digital dreams,
With every tap, an OTP screams.
No longer name, nor deed, nor birth,
But the code you type decides your worth.
Each click, each swipe, a coded plea,
Is this you, Indian, truly thee?
A constant buzz, a numeric test,
To verify, and then progress.
The system calls, with coded tone,
My soul now bound to digits six, alone.
No other proof, the world will subscribe,
For I am no more than an OTP verified.