One day I will wake up in the morning, I am in the city of dreams, all my people beside me. I will look at the sky through the window and see the faces of all the people around me floating. There will be no news. There will be no needy in this city, there will be no homeless people. The little ones will respect the big ones, the big ones will love them. No greed or lust for wealth will enter into this bondage. The beggars of the road or the owner of an expensive car will have the same dignity, no one will neglect anyone. Surrounded by Maya-Mamta, it will be full like the previous villages. There will be no obscene language in the alleys of Oli or the violence of the people who cause trouble in other people's houses. By impressing mechanics, robots will all become saints without violence and hatred. Everyone will be good, everyone will be good, this world will be good ...
I will look at the sky through the window and see the faces of all the people around me floating. There will be no news.