Box Of Soap

I was like that box of soap,

Wandering all around devoid of hope,

Forlorn, withered I had no scope,

Past failures were making me myope,

Tense neurons began to grope,

Life seemed as the steepest slope,

Intellect struggled out of tope,

Atheist strived to get the Pope,

Poor creature knew not to cope,

Heart mumbled-"I'm not a dope",

Galaxy endowed its dear Sterope,

The aura lead to Ray of Elope!!