At the terrace he stood, I saw from mine, Amidst the wind's constant slaps and the silence of the moon-less night, He set up a strange contraption, which lured towards the sight. And by the time, by him I stood He had set the device on a stand with its end pointed at the sky, Restless, and curious, I asked ' What is this that you have here? If you could tell me kind sir' He said 'It is an invention called telescope' Its purpose: to bring that is far right up to your nose.' 'Awww!' was all that it inspired That wondrous invention of man, But then again curiosity-struck I inquired of his plan, He said that he was there at the terrace to have a closer glimpse of skies and its endless dark span. Amazed again by his reply and his urge to gauge the dark, 'Why do you do so?', I asked with a new and restless mind He said 'For in the darkness only can we hope to find light' 'And in the darkness only, can we all be un-blind.'