Think great of yourself

a poem by Benna Rao Goli

I know I was born one day
Not so worthy as waste and clay;
But still I’m on the ground
Leading worthless and ugly life around.

I’m really fit for destruction
As for all I’m horrible obstruction;
Leading a life, catching nobody’s eye
I roll on just like ugly sty

How can I think I’m so rot?
Why should I feel I’m only clay pot?
Why can’t I wash my earthly rust?
Why can’t I clean my soul’s dust?

I should think different. I’m created by God
And there shouldn’t be in me anything odd;
Don’t think I’m what I think but all must think
Great of oneself as from His cup we all drink.