The poet envisions the joint families who are much happier than the brothers and sisters who take their separate ways. The gladdest people are those who circle around a fireside that no power but death can break. The finest conventions beneath the sun is the family gatherings after a busy day. Rich or poor folks, who think they are wise, break their family ties and wander away searching for joy in strangers and material things. But in fact, the stick together families alone enjoy the true joys of the earth, enjoy the sweetest music and finds mirth. An old home shelters the charm that life can give, and a happiest spot to live. Hence the poet asks people who go their separate ways to come together and comrade with their kin.
