He doesn't need to know
Of the times spent at the quarry
He doesn't need to know
Where his mom went as he tarried
He doesn't need to know
What cost him those boots
He doesn't need to know
What happened to his sisters two front tooths
He doesn't need to know
Where went his father's ticking watch
He doesn't need to know
That dinner had caused him the absence of the dogs barking match
He doesn't need to know
Why his father came black, everytime he stepped out
He doesn't need to know
Why his sister complained of rough hands with a pout
He doesn't need to know
Of the leaky roof that bothers father during monsoon
He doesn't need to know
He doesn't need to know
That rain fall inside is just not natural
He doesn't need to know
That there are more toys than a cycle tyre
He doesn't need to know
Life ends in a burning pyre
He doesn't need to know
Of fathers coughing worsen day by day
He doesn't need to know
That life is as frail as pots of clay
He doesn't need to know
That soon he would be crowned the man of the house
And then,
he will have to know it all
