The Color Monitors Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I know there is a central processing unit,
But I am least interested in it though in my reach,
I love the prophesy of a colorful monitor,
That can entertain and that can teach.
Without a monitor the CPU is a sleeping God,
A God Who sent signals to prophets of the time,
The signals naturally come in the mother tongue,
And prophecy gives it a melodious rime.
We shall start receiving these signals directly,
Soon a time may come with men of more senses,
In a few centuries there will be no screens,
Evolution has mighty verbs and miraculous tenses.
A brain capable of receiving signals and making images,
An old man with closed eyes watching dances carefree,
Nothing is impossible for evolution, the soul of God,
It's the same monkey who used to live on a dense tree!