"My daughter keeps on asking me,
‘Where does God live? Where can He be?’
Before I could search for words so wise,
My little son answered with gleaming eyes—
‘Don’t you know? God lives on TV!
That’s where I see Him talk and be.
In temples they just sit and stay,
But on TV — they dance, they play!’
I paused and smiled, unsure what to say,
Such innocent logic lit their day.
‘In stories they laugh, they fight, they cry,
They bless the hero, and touch the sky.’
‘In temples they don’t even blink or wave,
But on screen, they're mighty, strong and brave!’
My heart sank gently in that child’s truth,
How media now shapes even our youth?
What shall I tell this listening ear?
What image to draw that brings God near?
Is He just a role behind a screen,
Or something more than what is seen?
Do I speak of silence, the soul, the light,
Of unseen hands that guide us right?
But will they hear in a world so loud,
Where Gods walk with glamour, robed and proud?
I realize now with quiet dread,
TV shapes more than what is said.
A glowing box becomes the shrine
Where moving Gods with scripts align.
Faith has shifted, idols redefined,
By pixels bright and stories lined.
A parent's task: not just to teach,
But deeper truths, somehow, to reach.
So I hold their hands and gently say,
‘God is near, not far away.
Not just in screens or temple art
But whispered softly in your heart.’
