There was beautiful and unending chaos in a forest named Indiana.
It had many inhabitants, but all were meek in front of the Tiger, who ruled with an iron fist.
His glare was stronger than the sun, and all were afraid of his presence.
Others did not dare question the dreadful ruler, but now things were getting out of hand.
Rumors started that the tiger was not native to the land.
Another rumor was that he had been stealing food, and sending it to his real home. Indiana was struggling while his home was a green emerald.
This was the case of a forest named Indiana.
Soon there was an uprising, hundreds of animals rose and revolted.
The tiger brutally crushed the revolution.
It is often said that the natives were betrayed by their own.
In exchange for the ruler’s loot, the traitors betrayed the forest’s cause.
This was the first revolt of the forest named Indiana.
Those who revolted were brutally killed and their remains were put on display.
For the next three years, no one dared question the tiger’s authority.
Everything went according to order, yet there was a spectacular disorder.
War cries were heard in the tiger’s native home.
He thanked the gods that his family had an iron dome.
The matter was urgent, so he answered the war call.
There was a bleak silence in the forest named Indiana.
During the war, the tiger left for his home yet echoes of his brutal rule were left.
He hunted ruthlessly and took the dead as supplies.
The landscape of the forest forever changed.
Yet, the inhabitants were now poised to create a free Indiana.
All they had to do was choose a leader and they could run the forest as god intended.
The inhabitants were eager to choose their leader.
They had a sudden democratic fever,
But this dream was broken down,
As another tiger was secretly crowned.
There were sighs of relief as this ruler was indigenous to the forest.
In the following years, the tiger built up his dynastic clan.
Together they ruled a forest named Indiana.
This ruling clan brought order to Indiana.
Yet many problems were ignored.
In case of a fire, the rulers would hoard food for their own.
While letting others starve,
Some things had not changed in a forest named Indiana.
Rumors started that the rulers hoarded food in their cave,
This led to a dissenting wave.
There was a small tiger who saw this as an opportunity.
He started ruthlessly hunting with his clan
This was all part of a plan.
When others cried, “Who dare murder without reason?”
The tiny lion pointed a finger at his opposition.
Chaos was erupting in a forest named Indiana.
Through accusations and vows, the tiny tiger finally won the show.
The old ruler was forced into exile.
The new ruler welcomed this decision with a smile.
Now it was time to rule,
But the tiny tiger was a fool.
Ruling a forest was not similar to putting on a show.
Soon, everyone started questioning his authority.
He blamed the old ruler, and escaped accountability.
The rule of Indiana was getting out of his hand.
But this was a ruler who understood the forest.
“Create chaos and the forest rules itself,” he thought.
He created conflict between the tigers and the leopards.
The tigers were insecure about the increasing numbers of leopards,
And the leopards were insecure of the tiger’s dominance.
The ruler would encroach on the leopard’s territory and disturb the peace,
Then watched from the sidelines when blood was spilled.
This was disturbing even for a forest named Indiana.
The rivalry with the leopards took place for several years,
But the tigers got nothing in return.
The populace finally had enough and decided to rid themselves of this ruler.
When the last ruler left, Indiana was in ruins,
There was mistrust,
Hundreds fled,
And greenery was fleeting.
Tigers and leopards still lived in mistrust,
Is there any hope for this forest named Indiana?
About the author
Chirag Saxena is the author of ‘Reinventing the Wheel’ and a content marketer by profession. He takes great interest in philosophical questions.