Read the poem and answer the question. Put away the road maps now. To go there, you do not need helicopters any more; wherever there is hunger, there Kalahandi is. The god of rain turned away his face. There was not one green leaf left on the trees for supper. The whole village a graveyard. Cracked ground, drab river sand. All the plans failed; the poverty line receded further. In the poem, Kalahandi stands for:

1. natural disasters
2. development
3. prosperity
4. hunger