The poet’s pleasure and. its sources are quite different from those of modem man. The poet finds pleasure in the flowers that bloom, in the beautiful white orchard, in the fine-looking trees and the bees swarming about them as if they are singing and dancing in joy. The poet finds joy in the bird flying about chirping melodiously. God in his divine love has made Nature so beautiful that the poet enjoys its beauty to his heart’s content.

But modern man is not pleased with these things. He needs money. He needs material pleasures. He finds his pleasure in his mobile phone, in his television set, in the theatres, in the bars, in football and cricket and in amassing wealth. I am reminded of William Wordsworth who lamented the modern man’s fascination for money. He said, “The world is too much with us late and soon/Getting and spending we lay waste our powers/ Nothing we see in Nature is ours/We’ve given our hearts away, a sordid boon.” Yes, we have made a bad bargain by loving money more than we love Nature and its beauty.