By  Juned Ahmad Noor The Indian Anthem The best land in the world is our India; We are its nightingales; this is our garden . If we are in exile, our heart resides in our homeland. Understand that we are also where our heart is . That is the highest mountain, the neighbor of the sky; It is our sentry; it is our watchman . In its lap play thousands of streams, And the gardens that flourish because of them are the envy of Paradise .   Oh, waters of the river Ganges! Do you remember those days? Those days when our caravan halted on your bank ? Religion does not teach us to be enemies with each other: We are Indians, our homeland is our India .   Greece, Egypt and Byzantium have all been erased from the world. But our fame and banner still remain .   It is something to be proud of that our existence is never erased, Though the passing of time for centuries has always been our enemy . Iqbal! No‐one in this world has ever known your secret. Does anyone know the