Lonely island, in this poem an island is personified, which expresses its sorrow and tells a tale of its own destruction.

Lonely island

I am a lonely island,

Obviously the ocean surrounds me,

I remain still, obstinately very happy,

sailors came and conquered, seeing me they plundered;

For many minerals, I had,

now I repent for it was, my bad,

after a decade I began,

with sorrow to fade;

They conquered me

with no regret, 

for that was my fate;

The ocean surrounds me,

like a great sorrows,

which no one could borrow;

I soon was burnt into ashes,

within a few flashes,

O, I am a lonely island,

now, burnt between the oceans I stand.

                                                              -Preetham.S.D