The Fatehpur Resolution
Editor : Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer
Saturday, April 26, 2025
Two Poems by Sumana Bhattacharjee
Tuesday, April 22, 2025
Two Poems by Dr. Aziz Mountassir
I Walked Alone
I walked alone, a shattered wanderer,
Each step broke beneath the weight of soul.
My breath — a trembling ghost inside me,
Even my glances startled me whole.
A fugitive lost in the maze of nowhere,
Not knowing from where or where I must roam,
A shadow adrift on oceans of silence,
No path to follow, no place to call home.
Doubt hung heavy — a cloak made of gray,
Mist curled tightly around my chest.
Fragments of hope, like shattered glass,
Shards of a self I once possessed.
My pieces waged wars upon each other —
Some pulling forward, others pulling back.
A heart divided, a mind in ruin,
A compass broken, its needle cracked.
Silence grew sharp — it cut through thought.
The night, more a mirror than sky above.
I searched for answers in fractured reflections,
But found only questions, stripped of love.
The fog grew thicker, my steps turned numb,
The world dissolved in shades of despair.
And all I could feel was the ache of being,
And the cold, endless weight of air.
I walked alone, a shattered wanderer,
My own worst enemy in the night.
A puzzle unsolved, a name unspoken —
A flame lost long before the light.
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Whispers of Winter and Water
The sky bends low with silver breath,
A hush beneath the hand of death.
The world lies still, a muted stage,
Where winter writes on nature’s page.
The river sleeps with crystal skin,
Yet underneath, the dreams begin.
It murmurs soft in icy veins,
A lullaby through frozen chains.
Snowflakes drift like falling lace,
Each one kissed with silent grace.
They paint the roofs, the trees, the air,
A masterpiece so cold, yet fair.
Water weeps from branches bare,
It clings to leaves no longer there.
It gathers strength in secret streams,
And speaks in frost and quiet dreams.
Winter is a patient guest,
It wraps the world in cold caress.
Its voice is in the sleet and rain,
A song of longing, loss, and gain.
And still the water flows below,
Beneath the ice, a steady glow.
A hidden fire, a quiet might,
That waits for spring to rise in light.
It teaches us, this winter song,
That silence too can still be strong.
That even when the world seems done,
The rivers run, the waters run.
So let the snow fall thick and wide,
Let cold winds wander far and wide.
For deep below, life waits in flow—
Where winter ends, the waters grow.
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Biography:
Amb. Dr. Aziz Mountassir is a distinguished international figure, renowned for his tireless work as a poet, ambassador, and advocate for peace and humanity. Born on March 30, 1961, in Casablanca, Morocco, Dr. Mountassir has dedicated his life to promoting creativity, goodwill, and global understanding.
As a prolific poet, Dr. Mountassir's work has been translated into over 16 languages, allowing his message of love, peace, and unity to resonate with audiences worldwide. He has participated in more than 16 international poetry collections, showcasing his talent and commitment to the art form.
Dr. Mountassir's leadership roles are numerous and varied. He serves as the President of the International Forum of Creativity and Humanity, based in Morocco, and is also the President of OACG (Organization of Art, Creativity, and Goodwill) in Morocco. Additionally, he holds presidential roles in Ciesart Morocco Peru España Swiss and UTEF Türk in Morocco.
As an ambassador, Dr. Mountassir represents several organizations, including the International Peace Corps in Morocco, INISA, Virtual Libro Mexico, Inner Child Press USA in North Africa, and WIP (Nigeria) in Morocco. He is also the Director of America in Magazine in Morocco and the Director of Network Arabic in Morocco.
Dr. Mountassir's commitment to peace and humanity is evident in his attendance at numerous international seminars and conferences. He has participated in peace seminars in countries such as Mexico, Argentina, Spain, Egypt, America, Canada, Morocco, India, Jordan, Ecuador, Costa Rica, Venezuela, and Tunisia.
As a journalist, Dr. Mountassir is certified with Akhbar7, a Moroccan newspaper. He is also a member of the United Nations Global Marketplace (UNGM) and holds a role as Regional Delegate of the Honorable Alawites Council in Morocco.
Dr. Mountassir's literary achievements include authoring 10 books, with his poems being sung by international artists after translation. His work continues to inspire audiences worldwide, promoting a message of peace, love, and unity.
Some key highlights of Dr. Mountassir's career include:
- Authoring 10 books and participating in over 16 international poetry collections
- Holding numerous leadership roles in organizations promoting creativity, goodwill, and peace
- Serving as an ambassador for several international organizations
- Participating in peace seminars and conferences worldwide
- Promoting a message of peace, love, and unity through his poetry and advocacy work
Dr. Aziz Mountassir's biography is a testament to his dedication to promoting peace, creativity, and goodwill globally. His work continues to inspire audiences worldwide, and his commitment to humanity is evident in all aspects of his career.
Saturday, April 19, 2025
STAY WITH ME TONIGHT, a poem by Maria Teresa Liuzzo
Stopped in the tremor
some berries,
in the tattoo
bitter of the hours
to illuminate
the divine shadows.
Be still sea
of my shell,
silver cloud
on the pomegranate
and on the peach tree in celebration,
sea breeze
on every heart of water.
Ink rose arise
in the gaze and creates
flashes of sky.
In tired sailing
some thoughts,
be a breeze spread with peace,
fantasy
of galaxies in love.
- Maria Teresa Liuzzo (Italy)
Friday, April 18, 2025
CROWN OF LIFE - A POEM BY IRIS CALIF
Friday, April 11, 2025
Poem by Iman Yadawar
The city is a wound that language stitches
It's an era where even the sky cannot contain our restlessness
When flying has no place to embrace you, it becomes wandering
Nature is a museum when viewed with today's eyes,
It turns yellow
With this view flowers don't bloom
A century won't display a green painting for us
You see no letter of memory clings to the height of a willow tree!
No one is seen whose soul waves in the heights for a rendezvous
No one is seen who has laid out a prayer rug towards their heart
Everyone prays for their eyes
What's more frightening than
• A human staring at the sky?
Who doesn't say one day a cloud in its final cry
Will return life to the beginning!
Do you think caves will shelter us again?
What a sickness life is!
The earth in place of my heart,
Beats like a round ball inside my body
As if only I hear its cry and no one else cares.
I walk through the streets and no smile rebuilds my path
The streets here wet with beggars' tears
I walk and collect those songs that spill from drunkards' mouths
When they drunkenly [mourn] their lost age
Our city whitened the hair of those
Who wanted the city's heart not to blacken
Oh my God
Why don't you send a rainbow necklace
For the neck of these black streets of our silent city?
Oh my God, give me a planet
Let poets rebuild it
Give me a language
That no one can translate your name into the language of war
Give me a lamp from your light,
So the city won't get lost in darkness
Oh my God, give me a memory so the city won't forget its memories
So that the city will no longer fear you, nor be deceived by Satan, nor kill its poets.
- Iman Yadawar
Iraq
Sunday, April 6, 2025
True Love, a Short Story by Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer
Banished Dreams, a Poem by Rafia Bukhari
It was an everlasting impression.
Every lock was impacted by rust
Carrying a loss was a profession
All dreams were covered by dust.
The dashed dreams were kept
The eyes remained wide-open
whenever broken being slept,
The interpretation was stolen.
It arrived early in the morning,
The letter containing the content
The bond unbroken till the ending,
Banished dreams life to be meant.
- Rafia Bukhari
Pakistan
Two Poems by Sumana Bhattacharjee
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The Fan on the Ceiling She kept looking at me Eyes drained, throat dried, Maybe she just wants to switch me on... Or maybe she's just lo...
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Republic day, Republic day A day for which soldiers lay their lives as if in a tray, One of them was Bhagat Singh With India he had a link ...
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Iris Calif, an international writer, poet, translator and editor of universal poetry into Hebrew, her daughter the poet Noa , and 21 interna...