Bangladesh - Poem by Marie

Oh Bangladesh I loved you and the Bay Of Bengal 
my dream was to visit but my children where small 
To fish in Noakhali, then lay all day in the sun 
My true love said that life there was so much fun 

Alas like all things my dream came to an end 
The love that you send me was only to lend 
I never made him mine you see 
he returned to quickly to his land by the sea 

A passport was all he wanted not kids and a wife 
The pain ruined my teens and the rest of my life 
He had already a wife, already the children small 
What he told me was lies, he never loved me at all 

I went against my mothers wishes, and against my dad 
Just to be made a fool of by this Bengali lad 
Yet Bangladesh and it's customs are still in my veins 
He took away my Happiness, but my girls still remain 

He got his passport and left me, he went back to his land 
Still to this day I cook traditional curry with my hand 
I even have a Sari, I wear Indian perfume 
People love the smell of it when I walk in a room 

The only thing I can Not have is all my stolen years 
Nothing god could do for me would remove my tears 
So Bangladesh thank you even though he did me bad 
I still have two lovely Daughters, who look like their Dad