In the story the forest depicts our life and the wandering monkey is our heart. Our heart runs behind every attractive thing which finally takes us no where.
There were so many things that we had bought for our family day at the beach, like snacks and refreshments and meats and rice and so the list goes on.
I know I am not a poet, not creative either. I have achieved nothing, but has wasted all.I tried enjoying life but forgot, life can only be enjoyed with a strong foundation of hard work.