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. 'The whole village a graveyard' metaphorically suggests that:

1. people were living in graveyards.
2. people were dying in large numbers.
3. people were migrating to cities.
4. more graveyards were being planned.