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. What is the dominant mood of the poem?

1. anger
2. relief
3. sorrow
4. surprise